Charmed: Redux - P3
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				Title: <strong>Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 09:04:49</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 00:42:07</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Delinquency and illiteracy... so you're a high school teacher? That's a dangerous job. You are probably right about the alcohol driven adults and hormoned teens being very much the same. I think the affects of drinking lowers some peoples maturity levels a few notches. Just gives us a chance to be younger again, that's all. Inhibitions lowers, free of all those complicated strings that come along in relationships."</strong><br><br>Jinni winked at Angel as she took another sip from the radioactive green colored drink. She did wonder just where the owners were tonight. Usually PJ and Wyatt were around before it got too late. If there was some kind of family function and she wasn't invited, she was going to be sorely hurt. Jin thought of herself as family even if some of her thoughts weren't completely family appropriate at times. Brilliant blue eyes shifted back to the dark Angel and she shifted over to brush his hair back from his face a bit. <br><br><strong>"Wanna dance? I promise I won't step on your toes overly much."</strong><br><br>The dark haired female gave him a dazzling playful smile and slipped off her stool holding out a well manicured hand to him. She wanted to have fun and he seemed like she just the person to do so with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 20:17:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> "Here's to lower inhibitions and a morning full of regrets." He said with a faint smirk as he thought of the hangover he'd probably be nursing tomorrow. Not that he was a heavy drinker. He knew his limit and rarely went over it. But sometimes...just sometimes... the best nights are the ones when you went just a little bit past your limit.&nbsp; <br><br>He raised his glass, drained it's last contents and took her hand gently in his, leading her out to the dancefloor. If there was one thing that uniquely set him apart from most men it was his dancing. He knew how to do more than the two-step shuffle most guys in clubs tried to pass off as dancing. And he liked to do it. He gave her a stylish little twirl as they found their spot to dance, and brought her up close against him. "Now, let's see if I can still remember how to properly entertain a lady, shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 20:50:51</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> Location: P3 dance floor<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>As Angel led her out onto the dance floor she couldn't help but notice the way he moved with rhythm and an unspoken grace. It was refreshing to see someone so well versed in the motion of dance. Most men just wanted to grind up against you and try to make out while they all but dry humped you on the dance floor. That was one of the main reasons that Jinni didn't do dancing at clubs. That, and the fact that there just weren't that many men who appealed to her fun side and knew how to keep it at just that. The motion of the twirl had the skirt of her dress flowing around her and then falling back into place like a ribbon of silk. She chuckled a little and fell into place in his arms as a good matched set of partners would. <br><br>As they moved with the music, her hand in his, she moved in close more for audible reasons than intimacy. He smelled nice and yet there was that familiarity about him that she had sensed before. Something about him. Something different. Special even. <br><br><strong>"So where are you from? I'm quite sure you've not lived here your own life and if so where have you been hiding?"</strong><br><br>Jinni couldn't help but think if he had been in San Francisco for a bit she would have run into him by now. A hum in her ear and an unseen, unheard voice in her mind spoke to her of his darker sides that she just couldn't see. She shook her head a little and smiled up at Angel. The voices weren't something she'd ever mention to anyone. That alone labeled you as crazy. She just ignored it and went on with the dance trying to maintain focus on not stepping on his toes. Her black heeled stilettos weren't exactly toe friendly to those poor individuals who became victims of happenstance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 21:28:52</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> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He'd felt it right from the start of course. He just chalked it up to the fact that she was a stunningly beautiful woman. It was perfectly natural for any non-relative heterosexual man to desire her. Crave her. Want her. It would be strange NOT to look at a woman like this and find her intoxicating. And when she proved to be charming company to boot, well that made the attraction all the more sensible...even if he was getting the vibe that she just wanted friendly rather than amorous company. <br><br>But as they played with one another on the dance floor he found himself starting to feel something more. Like...like he didn't just want her. Like he was craving her. No, not her. Not exactly. Something...something in her. Something she had that he could have too. He shook his head faintly and forced himself to just focus on the moment. The dance, the sweat, the coy smiles and heaving chests. Something to dispell that strange sense of intangible craving. <br><br>He was actually greatful when she brought him in closer...his hands came to rest on her waist, guiding her hips in movements that mirrored his. The intimacy of it made whatever this was...normal, for lack of a better word. For a moment at least, he was no longer craving the intangible but the VERY tangible. Strangely enough, it made it easier to think again...at least for a bit. He smiled and shrugged "Been here long enough I s'pose. Seven or eight years now. I'm just usually too busy chasing down truants and grading papers to get out socializing much. Unless you visit highschool or my Gym often it's no wonder our paths havn't crossed. " <br><br>In fact, about a year ago their paths had brushed closer than either of them currently realized. When he payed a visit to Coop to inform him that his youngest daughter had been skipping just a bit too much school. Angelo was one of those teachers who gave a crap. When his students skipped out on his class too much, he made a point of finding out why and making sure their parents knew too.&nbsp; <br><br>Talking and thinking like this helped focus his thoughts again. Maybe the tequila was hitting him harder and faster than he'd expected. Perhaps his limits weren't quite what they used to be. He eased back a bit to be just a little more gentlemanly and smiled "I lived in LA before then. But the irony of living in a City of Angels was just too much for me. I had to get out while my sanity was still intact."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 00:38:54</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> Location: P3 dance floor<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>Having moved in closer to him she felt something stirring. It wasn't anything she could pin point but it was similar to how some of the other witches she had been around were. It was just one of those feelings. She didn't know where it came from or why it was there but he was definitely different then again it could just be his own hormones raging and she was picking up on it. She smiled at him and chuckled a little at his City of Angels comment. <br><br><strong>"I suppose being an Angel in the City of such, would be a bit much. I'm sure you never got tired of hearing about that. So seven or eight years. Hrmm.. I'm surprised I haven't run across you. I'm a news journalist and reporter. You have any interesting tid bits of a story you might wanna share? Maybe a rogue student gone crazy? I don't usually do high school reports or sports, so that could be the problem."</strong><br><br>She smiled at him and stayed in her place dancing a little closer. As the music started to slow and dim she looked up at him and spoke in a soft tone.<br><br><strong>"You should get out more often. Spread those wings."</strong><br><br>Jinni slipped from his arms and winked at him before she looked around them and the dance floor cleared a little. The club was doing decently well and the DJ seemed to keep everyone happy. The young supernatural had yet to see any of the Halliwells but she had been preoccupied with the scrumptious bit of dark angel before her. Wetting her lips she took a step toward the bar. <br><br><strong>"You are a dangerous man on the dance floor. I need a drink. Care to rejoin me at the bar?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 02:18:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni<br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hah! You think i'm dangerous on the dancefloor, then i'm downright radioactive in the kitchen. &nbsp;" he said with a grin. Talking and walking and moving seemed to work wonders to make him think and feel normal again. Those insane moments of dark and irrational need and craving were gone...replaced now with entirely rational and physical need and craving. The kind that made sense when a man shared the company of a lovely woman. That he could live with. <br><br>It probably wasn't strictly necessary in P3...afterall, it's not like someone was going to mug, assault, or kidnap her on the dancefloor. But his dad always taught him to be protective of women, so he put a hand on the small of her back and shouldered a path through the other patrons as they made their way back to the bar. To guide her through without being bumped, molested, or otherwise disturbed. <br><br>Once she was escorted securely to her barstool, he took a small respectful step back out of her personal space and sat beside her, pushing away the drinks they left unfinished...never touch a drink in a bar you left unattended...and signaled the bartender for two new drinks. "Now that I see what i've been missing out on, I think i'll have to do that Jinni. " </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 01:58:15</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>His gentlemanly manners were noticed immediately and she almost wished she weren't mooning so badly over Wyatt. This one was a keeper. Maybe she could set him up with one of the cousins. <br><br><strong>"Ooooh a man who can cook. You are sounding far too good to be true for anyone. So whats wrong with you? You have some big dark secret? You're really a gay guy who likes to make women feel special but have a man at home to warm your bed? That would be any girls luck. Handsome, successful, can dance, can cook.. charming.. yup.. most of those are gay or married."</strong><br><br>She took a long sip from her refreshed drink after giving him a smile for the drink and the barkeep a nod. <br><br><strong>"Thats it!! You're married! Right?"</strong><br><br>She grinned at him with a half smirk and swatted his bicep playfully then sipped at her drink a touch more.&nbsp; The look he gave her and the little flirty words about getting out more often now, made her genuinely smile. The attention was nice and the compliments even nicer. She looked up at him with her blue eyes and wet her glossy pink lips before turning on her barstool to lean on one elbow and glance around the dance floor.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 02:57:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127043.msg5643170#msg5643170">Quote from: Josietta on 28-12-2011, 18:01:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><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>Jaid watched her charge, one of her hands went on to grip the tray, letting it rest negligently against her hip, while the other hand flipped some of her blond hair out of her face, before answering P.J's question.<br><br>"<strong>Oh, It's no problem Miss. Halliwell, and it's getting busier, I think we may even need to call in another bartender for later tonight, if the place continues to fill as much as it has already.</strong>"&nbsp; She really didn't know too much about clubs, and was only repeating what she'd heard the two bartenders saying a half hour ago; but P.J didn't know that.<br><br>Her smile grew, as she watched the dark haired girl work her cell phone, and when Wyatt was mentioned.&nbsp; He was not her charge, but she was glad to see that the family was close, that would make her job easier, in the end.&nbsp; She nodded brightly, at P.J's words.<br><br>"<strong>I'm enjoying it here, so much to do, I'm almost never bored.&nbsp; And don't apologize, family is really important, and it's always nice to see someone appreciate theirs.&nbsp; It's probably a part of the reason why I like working here.&nbsp; It's a family owned place, and you can feel that.</strong>"&nbsp; She took a small breath, before pushing forward, her body moving closer to the desk in front of her.<br><br>"<strong>I enjoy watching you and your family interact together, you're all so nice, and warm. And without coming across as some...well as coming across weird; I wanted you to know, if you need anything, anything at all, please let me know.&nbsp; I'd be happy to help.</strong>"&nbsp; As if to emphasize that she wasn't trying to weird the girl out, she took a step back, towards the door.&nbsp; As if trying to give the girl more room would make her offer seem less odd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 03:10:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><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.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>He laughed and shook his head "I'll confess i've left a few broken hearts in my wake. But i've nursed a few of my own so I like to think it all balances out in the end. But i've never found myself posessed of that unique and magical madness that sends men walking the final march down an aisle...not yet anyway. &nbsp;" <br><br>That last part sounded almost, kind of, sort of, just an itty bitty bit wistful. He smirked back at her and raised his ring finger, wriggling his fingers before her eyes "See? No tan lines. I'm unattached and looking for love..."<br><br>Then just a hint of the bad boy lurking deep down inside him...so deep he didn't know it was there...peeked out from behind the curtain and gave her a knee-melting wink before adding "...but ask me nicely and I might just settle for lust. "
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 07:08:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Violent Encounters</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Wyatt, and Zoey Bradshaw</span></span></div><br>He was crying, fat tracks of salty tears leaving streaks of skin to poke out of the grime covering his face.&nbsp; He could barely see, but he kept on running, knowing that the Demon that had attacked them, that had killed his best friend, would be hot on his trail.&nbsp; Gryff had given him the best gift he had ever gotten, a chance to get away, and he wasn't going to let that sacrifice mean nothing.&nbsp; So he ran, turning down a dark alley, before finally stopping behind a half filled dumpster, his hands gripping into it's side, as he tried to breath through his panicked breathing.&nbsp; He felt dizzy and tired, and he couldn't get enough air, even when his mind was telling him not to stop.&nbsp; He slumped against the side of the dumpster, wheezing, trying to calm himself down.<br><br>When he felt something hard, and painful grip his shoulder, and throw him across the alley, his shoulder impacting with the hard brick of a wall, he was hardly surprised, just taken off guard.&nbsp; Pain expanded from his shoulder, and he felt the bone under his muscle shatter, until the only thing that filled his mind was overwhelming pain, and the sound of screaming wrenching through the air, he hardly recognized the scream as being his own, before he blacked out.&nbsp; Unfortunately for him, he woke up seconds later, to being lifted off the floor, and pinned to the same wall he had been thrown against.<br><br>"<strong>You shouldn't have ran boy</strong>"&nbsp; And than he was slumping down, only to have his head caught between two strong hands.&nbsp; There wasn't any pressure being exerted, not yet.&nbsp; But he knew what was coming, it was what had happened to Gryff, he knew it was only a matter of time before those hands squeezed down, and his head would pop like a cherry.&nbsp; The image of his friends death, of what this Demon had done to Gryff passed across his pain filled eyes, even as he stared into the eyes of evil.&nbsp; He was a fool, a fool to believe in everything he had been told, but he was even more foolish for trying to get away, but it was already too late for that, so he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for death.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 19:32:39</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 - Back Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jaid</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br><strong>"Oh, It's no problem Miss. Halliwell, and it's getting busier, I think we may even need to call in another bartender for later tonight, if the place continues to fill as much as it has already."</strong> <br><br>Prue smiled at her and nodded. It was true, she was sure. They would likely have to call in another bartender as it usually occurred on good nights. But the extra help was worth the extra hand to serve drinks. The dark haired woman was impressed with Jaid in that moment and took note of her appearance. She was sweet and seemed very genuine with her feelings on the family. PJ felt the same way about family as Jaid. Family was important. PJ just didnt spend a lot of time with them. It always hurt to be in that house and the majority of them chose to be there a lot of the time. She looked to her paperwork then to Jaid and smiled again. When the beautiful blonde waitress leaned closer she watched her. Her breath caught a little and she couldn't help but glance downward over her form before looking away almost hastily as if she were caught with her hand in the cookie jar. <br><br><strong>"I do love my family and I will keep that in mind, Jaid. I would be happy to have you. To have you helping me. There are times I think I need my own assistant. Would you mind helping out from time to time back here? Wyatt usually does a lot but he leaves all the paperwork to me. Are you experienced with filing or copying? General office work?"</strong><br><br>She slipped up from her seat and moved around toward her and the door. At that moment PJ had planned on heading out to check out the floor and see how things were going out there and why not spend it talking with Jaid about helping her out with paperwork. It was a sure fire way to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. <br><br><hr><hr><br><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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>She chuckled at his insistence to show her he was indeed unattached. She too had no desires to march down an aisle anytime soon. The mere idea of it made her stomach turn and she would get uneasy. Maybe it was the commitment or it could have just been a natural fear in loss of freedom. Either way she liked being with someone without that permanent attachment for life. Though she had yet to be in any relationship that warranted such a reaction.<br><br><strong>"Looking for love, eh? Well then.. I just may have someone you might be interested in."</strong><br><br>She smiled at him and went over the list of Halliwell cousins her mind. She wondered silently to herself which would suit this charmer the best. Glancing back to him she spied his wink and nearly fluttered over herself with a groaned whimper.<br><br><strong>"You are ... mmmm... but you know that already, I'm sure. And there is nothing at all wrong with lust."</strong><br><br>Giving him a wink she shifted on her seat as though he could see her sitting there in her lace trimmed panties.&nbsp; Her eyes went back to her drink, from which she took a deep long swallow of. Dangerous territory here Jin.. dangerous. She picked up her phone from her pocket and looked at it to be sure PJ didn't text back again. Nothing there. She looked back to Angel again and smiled.<br><br><strong>"What sort of girl do you like? A smart girl? funny? down to earth?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 00:09:43</strong>
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				<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>Jaid was tingling inside, it was the same feeling she got whenever something good went her way, and this was no exception.&nbsp; She had the stifle the knowing smile, wanting to continue on the track of family.&nbsp; The closer her charges were to the others, the stronger they'd be; it was a lesson she'd eventually teach to P.J and to her sisters.&nbsp; But there was a time to push an agenda, and than there wasn't, and this was not the time.&nbsp; So she let it go, content with planting a seed, instead of a full blown epiphany.<br><br>"<strong>I do love my family and I will keep that in mind, Jaid. I would be happy to have you. To have you helping me. There are times I think I need my own assistant. Would you mind helping out from time to time back here? Wyatt usually does a lot but he leaves all the paperwork to me. Are you experienced with filing or copying? General office work?</strong>"<br><br>And here was her in, not that she thought about it in such calculating terms.&nbsp; She genuinely liked P.J, and her other charges, the closer they became, the more useful she could be to them, the further they could go as a family.&nbsp; She felt at peace thinking that.&nbsp; So her smile turned excited, and her head nodded enthusiastically.<br><br>"<strong>Oh yes!&nbsp; I...well my mother used to be a school teacher, so I know a lot about filing, copying, and general office work.&nbsp; And I'd be more than happy to help you.</strong>"&nbsp; She rummaged around in one of her free pocket's, pulling out an unused order slip, before leaning over the desk to snag a pen, scribbling the numbers to a cell phone she carried.<br><br>"<strong>You probably have my number on file, but just in case, here it is again.&nbsp; Use it anytime.</strong>"&nbsp; By the time she finished talking, P.J was standing next to her, and held it out for the darker haired woman to take.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 00:13:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Bar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Anyone<br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>He chuckled softly and shrugged faintly"If I knew what kind of woman I was looking for, I wouldn't be looking anymore. &nbsp;" he said with a grin. He had indeed dated a variety of women through his life. Older and younger. Agressive and Submissive. Confidant and Shy. Brazen and Demure. Classy and Trashy. Funny and Serious. And they all had their own unique charms. But none had...thus far...tempted him to settle down. Which told him he wasn't looking for a 'type' of woman so much as he was looking for a particular woman. But who she was? Where she was? What she was? He had no clue. <br><br>"The hunt for that one magic woman continues...luckily the rest are not without their charms. &nbsp;" he said, blissfully oblivious to the grisly head-squishing atrocity beginning to unfold outside the club. He had a much more pleasant thing to focus his attention on. He enjoyed seeing her get a little flustered...and her teasing little flash which he didn't think was accidental. Maybe she was a bit less certain than before about how far she wanted this evening to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aemirys</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 04:36:07</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Zoey_Bradshaw_01.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>ZOEY BRADSHAW</strong></span></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>whitelighter</strong></span></span><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>orbs into the violent confrontation in the alley behind p3</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>» young boy » wyatt</strong></span></span></div><br><br>Zoey did one last quick check of herself to make sure everything was as it should be, she was dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Tumblr_lpimsuWCmW1qaxznao1_500.jpg) in a pair of tight jeans accompanied with a white top and a pair of 4 inch black heels, even with the high heels bolstering her height she still only stood 5'5". She tucked the gold pendant that was a constant companion around her neck into her top out of sight.<br><br>Preparing to orb into the alley behind P3 she scooped up the resume that she had diligently prepared, her plan was to pose as a young mortal woman seeking employment at the establishment owned by the Halliwells, that way she could slowly gain the trust and confidence of her charges. Her mind once more turned to the three young Halliwells that were soon to become her charges. A feeling of excitement coupled with the weight of her responsibility as Wyatt, Christopher and Melinda's Whitelighter suffused her being. Finally feeling prepared she teleported herself into the alley behind P3.<br><br>With her mind fully consumed upon the task at hand she was completely unprepared for the sight of a young boy who was ensnared by a demon who was a hairs breath away from extinguishing his life.<br><br>The resume fell from her grasp, forgotten, as her hands flew to the gold pendant (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Zoey_-_Necklace.jpg) around her neck, her fingers intricately moving over it resulting in a sudden cessation of all movement by the demon.<br><br>Zoey rushed to the young boys side, falling to her knees beside him, she didn't need any magical abilities to tell that he was badly injured. A soft golden light emanated from her hands as she begun to heal the young boy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 14:46:42</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> The Alleyway Behind p3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Zoey, Innocent Boy, Brute Demon<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>It was supposed to be a simple thing... orb down to the P3, bring PJ some dinner while it was still hot, maybe chat a bit, and find out what she needed from him tonight.&nbsp; He was not expecting trouble, at least not here.&nbsp; As he orbed out, he wondered if leaving his family alone with the mysterious Anduin would be a good idea... but all that left his thoughts as he witnessed some things that he hoped he'd never have to worry about again.&nbsp; As he rematerialized, he heard a deep voice say <strong><em>You shouldn't have run, boy!</em></strong>.&nbsp; He scanned the area for the source of the voice, only to see a hulking man squeezing some poor kid's head like it was an egg ready to be cracked open.<br><br>Wyatt couldn't believe it.&nbsp; <em>A demon?!&nbsp; Here?&nbsp; Now?</em>&nbsp; He suddenly remembered the dream he had and in his heart, he knew the peaceful era they had enjoyed for more than two decades was at an end.&nbsp; He stepped forward to try and help the boy when he saw the demon freeze in place.&nbsp; <em>Mom?&nbsp; No way.</em>&nbsp; He had to wonder until he saw a woman he didn't recognize rush to the boy's side... did she have the power to freeze things?&nbsp; He moved quickly in her direction, wondering who the mysterious woman was when he witnessed her hands glowing in a very familiar manner.&nbsp; She was either a whitelighter or a half whitelighter, then.&nbsp; Stopping after he passed the demon, but not letting his eyes drift away, he remained focused on his adversary as he spoke to Zoey.<br><br><strong>"We need to talk, apparently.&nbsp; Did you freeze him?&nbsp; How long do we have until he unfreezes?"</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111026211321/charmed/images/f/ff/Anigifwyattpower.gif)</div>He hadn't brought a vanquishing potion with him.&nbsp; Not that he didn't have other ways of handling demons, but a potion would have made it slightly easier.&nbsp; Brute Demons were of the upper level echelon after all and not to be trifled with.&nbsp; Wyatt wasn't about to let him get ahold of any of them when it unfroze.&nbsp; He held his free hand up and a translucent blue energy field manifested around the woman and the boy, leaving him unprotected.&nbsp; He set the plate for PJ on the ground and watched the demon carefully.<br><br><strong>"You should be safe in there... I want you to let him unfreeze on my mark."</strong><br><br>He paused, holding his hands up in front of him.<br><br><strong>"Now!"</strong><br><br>As soon as the demon began moving again, his hands flashed with an orange luminescence and he unleashed his power, sending a powerful energy wave in the demon's direction, atomizing it.&nbsp; Trash cans and debris were sent flying as though high intensity winds had buffeted the alley.&nbsp; So this was the end of a magical utopia.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 22:05:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Violent Encounters</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Wyatt, and Zoey Bradshaw</span></span></div><br>Caleb didn't know what was going on, one minute he was moments away from meeting his maker, all the mistakes he had foolishly made flashing through his mind, and the next he was sagging painfully to the floor, and a warmth was suffusing his body, all the aches and pains leaving his body like a tidal wave.&nbsp; Still a bit groggy, his vision blurry, he made out the form of a woman above him, and he vaguely recognized the sound of combat.&nbsp; <br><br>A part of him didn't think this was right, where was the end?&nbsp; Death, it was supposed to come, it was supposed to come and take him away, not leave him here, not tease him with these not clear visions of his existence.&nbsp; And where was Gryff?&nbsp; Hadn't the other boy been right ahead of him?&nbsp; It had been his idea to flee, after failing at his first kill, and Gryff, the boy who had quickly become his best friend on the streets, had planned it out.&nbsp; So where was he?&nbsp; <em>He's dead</em>.&nbsp; The whisper was in his mind, and he shook his head as if to banish it, his sweat soaked brow feverish and dripping.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>No, not dead.</strong>"&nbsp; It was mumbled, almost a whisper, and than he was passing out again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:08:20</strong>
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				<br><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 - Back Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jaid</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Prudence watched at Jaid moved to her desk to write down something and then stepped back toward her extending the slip of paper.<br><br>"Oh yes!&nbsp; I...well my mother used to be a school teacher, so I know a lot about filing, copying, and general office work.&nbsp; And I'd be more than happy to help you. You probably have my number on file, but just in case, here it is again.&nbsp; Use it anytime." <br><br>It was good that she had some prior experience, not that PJ wouldn't have trained her regardless. Most jobs were self explanatory but PJ liked things just so and Jaid would have to be shown just how she wanted it. Standing by the door she took the number from the lovely blonde woman and smiled. She could have gotten it from the file but it was easier to just have it on hand and she was ultimately glad that it was thought of ahead of time. <br><br><strong>"Thank you. I will definitely give you a call. I should do a few rounds and I'm sure those tables are filling up out there. Thank you again for the snack. It was sweet of you."</strong><br><br>Giving her a genuinely soft smile she opened the door to her office and started out. Her cell phone was tucked into her pocket after she had texted her cousin to bring her the dinner. He would be here soon and she had enough time to get another bartender in if they did in fact need it. Double checking staff was usually Wyatt's job but she didn't mind going through it herself tonight. Her hand rested lightly on Jaid's upper back as she ushered her out into the club once more. <br><br><br><hr><hr><br><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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>She rose a brow at his words and then took a sip from her drink. This guy was too good to be true. There had to be something wrong with him. She wondered if maybe one of the Halliwells could spot it. She had known about their magical abilities but had never seen the big guns get pulled out, even if she had known they had that capability. Jinni had been a part of their external family long enough that PJ had trusted her to keep their secret safe. Having spent a few nights a the Manor with PJ, she had seen things most humans would blink twice at and consider a trick of the eye. <br><br>As Angel went on about about meeting a magic woman with charms, Jin nearly spewed her drink out but caught herself and started coughing instead. <br><br><em> Real charming Jin, choke on your drink. Maybe he'll do mouth to mouth.... ah gawd!!&nbsp; stop that! stop that! Think of Wyatt.... sexy.. handsome... clueless Wyatt who doesn't know you exist beyond the PJ's Best Friend column.</em><br><br>She wiped at her mouth with a napkin provided and then looked at him with a slight chuckle. It was always best, in her experience, to laugh off your mistakes and just change the subject. She thought about just who she could set him up with. Her insides tingled slightly as she felt something off. Something going on around her that she couldn't place. A flash of power... maybe. Chewing at her straw in her drink some she sipped it more carefully this time and looked back to the dark Angel next to her.<br><br><strong>"Sorry... wrong pipe... did you maybe want to dance again? I'm sure we should make your night worth the trip out here and if you come to P3 you have to dance at least two or three times with pretty women."</strong><br><br>Sliding down from her stool she looked at him and held out a hand with a wink. She hoped some of the girls would show up tonight, maybe PJ, but then again, PJ was not a good fit for this guy. Maybe... Payton... or Brie. That could work. Maybe. Possibly. Her mind went over the differences in the girls and how they matched up to the charming gentleman that she had spent a good bit of the past hour or so with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:55:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Bar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, <br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He felt a faint twinge of something. It made him furrow his brow slightly and look over his shoulder, toward the wall that seperated him from the alleyway. Of course, seeing nothing but a wall he simply shrugged. Any further thought on the matter was dispelled when Jinni half-choked and he snapped his eyes back to her with concern. he placed one of those large strong hands on her back and rubbed lightly. "Are you ok? " <br><br>Where his hand touched her shoulder if she hadn't already noted it before when he took her hand to the dancefloor, she might notice now that the skin of his hand was a bit rough in texture. Those were the hands of a man who did a great deal of physical work. Tough hands. But he had a gentle touch, at least for her. Once she spoke again and he saw she was okay he took his hand away and smiled. Only to put his hand back in hers when she invited him to the floor again "Well far be it from me to break the rules. What kind of teacher would that make me? "<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aemirys</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 06:25:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Zoey_Bradshaw_01.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>ZOEY BRADSHAW</strong></span></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>whitelighter</strong></span></span><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>the alley behind p3</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>» caleb » wyatt</strong></span></span></div><br>She craddled the battered and bruised boy in her arms protectively but her eyes were focused on Wyatt. An unreadable expression on her face after witnessing her charge take care of this upper level demon with apparent effortless ease.<br><br><strong>"No, not dead."</strong> came a barely coherent whipser from the boy in her arms. She turned her gaze towards hims, her face softening and glowing with compassion.<br><br>"No, your not dead. Your very much alive." she answered him, mistaking the meaning of his words "Can you tell me your name?" she asked.<br><br>She turned to look up to Wyatt. "Yes we need to talk Wyatt, this wasn't how I had planned to make myself known to you, Chris and Melinda but there you have it. We really should find a place for this boy to rest he has been through a lot, physically and emotionally. Do you have some where we can take him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 20:50:41</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> The Alleyway Behind p3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Zoey, Innocent Boy, PJ<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt sighed in relief as the demon was indeed vanquished... turning to regard the whitelighter with a serious expression on his handsome features.&nbsp; He let the force field he had raised to protect them with drop, and walked over to the two of them, crouching down with a soft smile on his face.&nbsp; In certain alternate realities, Wyatt was a hardened tyrant with an evil soul... but here he tried living up to his whitelighter heritage as much as was possible.&nbsp; He offered a nod to Zoey and placed a hand on her and the boy.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I do have a place.&nbsp; My office.&nbsp; Here we go"...</strong><br><br>Without another word he orbed the three of them to a plush office, the lights of which were out.&nbsp; He had materialized them in such a way that Zoey would be sitting on the soft couch with the boy laid out beside her.&nbsp; He motioned to the area near the door and with a soft shimmer of blue, the switch flipped up and the lights went on.&nbsp; Wyatt paused to regard the woman in front of him.&nbsp; She certainly was lovely.&nbsp; But who was she really?<br><br><strong>"We should be safe here.&nbsp; What's you're name?&nbsp; You obviously know mine"...</strong><br><br>The last question was directed at the woman rather than the boy.&nbsp; He took out his cell phone and quickly texted PJ.<br><br><strong><em>Sup emergency.&nbsp; My office now please.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 23:25:04</strong>
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				<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>"<em>Thank you. I will definitely give you a call. I should do a few rounds and I'm sure those tables are filling up out there. Thank you again for the snack. It was sweet of you.</em>"<br><br>Jaid walked along with P.J, feeling content that the situation had gone her way, and that there had been a doorway opened for more interaction later down the road.&nbsp; Right now, she was exactly where she needed to be, and in the best possible position to give advice when it was needed.&nbsp; So she nodded, allowing the hand on her back to lead her back into the front of the club.<br><br>"<strong>It was no problem boss.&nbsp; I'll see you later than.</strong>"&nbsp; She sent the woman one last smile, before heading over to her section.&nbsp; She wasn't the best waitress in the world, but she did well enough, and there was sure to be dozens of customers who needed refreshments, she couldn't afford to get fired just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aemirys</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 02:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Zoey_Bradshaw_01.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>ZOEY BRADSHAW</strong></span></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>whitelighter</strong></span></span><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>p3 office</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>» caleb » wyatt » pj » chris</strong></span></span></div><br>"We should be safe here.&nbsp; What's you're name?&nbsp; You obviously know mine"...<br><br>Upon hearing that Zoey jumped up from the couch that Wyatt had placed her on when he had orbed them all into the office, <em>so thoughtful</em>, she thought to herself, and in an excited manner she stuck her hand out towards Wyatt in greeting, restraining herself at the last minute from grabbing him in a hug. "Zoey Bradshaw!" she introduced herself in a positively cheery manner. "So very pleased to meet you Wyatt Halliwell!" a giant smile encompassed the dainty women's features as her 5'5" gazed up warmly towards Wyatt's 6'2".<br><br>She didn't need her gifts of empathy and telepathy to know what the burning question in Wyatt's mind was.<br><br>Adopting a serious tone she said, "Yes, as you've accurately concluded Wyatt I am a Whitelighter... your Whitelighter to be precise. I've been sent to guide and protect you, Chris and Melinda." she let her words sink in for a few moments then reverting back to her previous cheery manner she continued, "This wasn't how I had planned our introduction but there you have it... I am so happy to finally meet you though!"<br><br>Sensing he had many more questions for her she held up a hand to stem the flow of questions before they began, "We should probably wait for your brother and sister to join us before we go any further." A brilliant smile remained firmly fixed on Zoey's face as she gazed up at her charge, her entire being radiated warmth and care.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 03:45:33</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, others in the office</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>As PJ headed out onto the main floor of the club she looked over toward the bar area and made a mental note to indeed call in a second bartender. There were plenty of servers around as long as Jaid went back to what she was supposed to handle and everything else seemed to be going smoothly. She had said her goodbyes to the blonde worker when her phone started to buzz in her pocket again. She figured it was Wyatt saying he was there with her food. Tugging the phone out she looked at the text.<br><br><em>Sup emergency.&nbsp; My office now please.</em><br><br>Her brow furrowed as she read his message and didn't waste any time heading toward his office. He had actually typed please in that. She almost chuckled. Ever the pleaser, especially since he was such a penultimate boy scout now. The man of the family as it were.&nbsp; There was a little fuzz in the talk of what Aunt Piper had been doing before she died when he was small but it certainly kept them busy from what she knew.<br><br>Wyatt had an office just down from her own. It was more apt for dealing with potential bands and employees or customers than her own. He had a couch and a few chairs in his office and it was much neater than hers. Her office was smaller and was filled with filing cabinets, her desk, a nice chair she sat in, and two not so comfortable chairs for anyone visiting her. Needless to say not many people came to her office. She was far too busy to talk most days. <br><br>Opening the door she stepped inside and glanced around, spotting Wyatt immediately, as well as two others. Her slender brow rose a little in question and she looked back to her eldest cousin again. <br><br><strong>"Whats going on?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 04:15:22</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>As those strong hands patted at her back she nodded to him and offered a smile. She was more than okay now but she'd not likely push her flirting with him further. Especially since she would only be getting herself in deeper. A sufficient 'mmhmm' was given and she looked back to the dance floor and to him. Downing the rest of her drink she finally moved away from the bar. With his hand held firmly in hers, they went back out to the dance floor again. She watched him and took down all those mental notes about him. Everything was important when trying to pick out which of the cousins would fit him best. Strong, handsome, dark, hard worker, decent job, good morals, and charming beyond measure. She still had yet to figure out where the downside to this teacher was. <br><br><strong>"Yes no rule breaking for you mister! Lest I have to call in back up!"</strong><br><br>Her lips curled upward into a teasing grin as she said so before pulling him in close, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other still rested in his hand. The dance was almost out of place but the music had slowed and she didn't feel quite so silly doing so. Jinni wasn't a fantastic dancer, nothing like Brie, but she did okay and with a partner like Angel to lead, she could do no wrong. The music was modern but soft and the lights were dimmer as everything calmed after a stretch of fast paced motion and notes. The dance floor cleared for the most part as others went to get drinks and a few more rested on each other in the slow dance. Jinni had missed seeing PJ come out and likewise it seemed her dark haired bestie had missed her as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 07:20:12</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni <br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>"Oh dear. Musn't have that. Perish the thought." he said, enjoying the oppurtunity to continue battering her resolve to keep this encounter purely platonic. In a perfectly innocent kind of way of course. He drew her in close, his dark eyes peircing hers as their hips swayed and their feet glided. That twinge from beyond the wall was all but forgotten. A breif peculiar quirk. Nothing more. <br><br>"So...here I am. Not too awful to look at. Not terribly unbearable on the dancefloor. An absolute mastermind in the kitchen. &nbsp;" he said, abandoning his playful modesty with that third point. He grinned giving her a slow dip and keeping her there for a few moments longer than necessary as he asked "...and you're looking to pawn me off on one of your girlfriends. Who's the lucky guy keeping your eye off me? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 07:43:26</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> Location: P3 dancefloor<br>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>The dance was something out of a storybook. He was debonair, dipped her in just the right way and gave her those teasing hot looks that made her blood warm and her mouth water. Jinni just wasn't sure how to handle it. Life was far too complicated at times and if some people weren't so blind or chickenshit, then it would be a lot easier. True Jinni was about as stubborn as Wyatt but she felt it wasn't her duty to ask him out. It was the guys part to do that. Besides it could cause issues between her and Prue and she didn't want that. Staring back into his dark eyes she had gone into a little daydream state of mind for a moment then blushed some and flashed that award winning smile to him.<br><br>"... Who's the lucky guy keeping your eye off me? "<br><br><strong>"What makes you think I have some lucky guy? Maybe I just haven't figured out what your flaws are yet."</strong><br><br>She was honest in some aspects there. There had to be something there, but she had yet to see the bad in all that goodness. My god the goodness.&nbsp; His lips just beckoned for a kiss. The way he held a girl was flawless and he smelled heavenly. Jinni's smile fell away into a serious gaze of desire before she let her lips curl upward on one side almost smirking at her own thoughts. Dark thoughts. Not those evil thoughts of evil bad guys doing evil deeds. No. Not evil. Dark. In the dark. Dark hair. Staring into those blue---<br><br><em>---Wait... what?! Damn Wyatt ruining my naughty daydreams like that. When I see him I'll tell him all about it. Doesn't he have better things to do? Like asking me out or wooing me himself? Selfish turd.</em><br><br>She flushed again a soft pale pink and then brushed a hand over his cheek and for an instant nearly kissed him. It would have been a mistake. One that would likely be gladly done but still. Guilt never felt good even if the pleasures before resentment did. <br><br><strong>".... a mastermind in the kitchen huh?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 08:19:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni <br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"Oh yes. I am Picasso with a Spatula. " he said quite matter of factly as he brought her back up and resumed sweeping her around the dancefloor. <br><br>"And just to truly overwhelm you with the sheer scope of my perfection, i'm even going to let you get away with changing the subject. &nbsp;" he added with a smirk "But whoever he is, he best take you off the market soon before someone beats him to it. &nbsp;"<br><br>As much as he wanted to turn it up a few knotches and wear down her resolve not to spend the night in his bed he respected her wishes. She was clearly attracted to him, so if she was looking to hook him up with her girlfriend that probably meant there was somebody else important to her. Clearly whoever this man she was hung up upon was...assuming it was in fact a man and not a woman... he was somebody Jinni cared for deeply. As much as he wanted to experience all the pleasures Jinni had to offer...and he had no doubt they were many, and would take years to learn them all...he had to respect love. </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 18:48:08</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> The Alleyway Behind p3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Zoey, Innocent Boy, PJ<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt took her offered hand with a gentle touch and a little squeeze.&nbsp; He tilted his head and blinked a bit.&nbsp; <em>His</em> Whitelighter?&nbsp; The Elders decided that they needed guidance and protection?&nbsp; Why now after all these years?&nbsp; He wondered if his dad knew anything about this.&nbsp; He would have to ask him soon.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he wet his lips and spoke calmly.<br><br><strong>"Chris and Melinda aren't here right now.&nbsp; I do have questions... why are the Elders suddenly taking an interest in us again?&nbsp; Does it have something to do with the demon I vanquished out in the alley?&nbsp; I haven't seen a demon in over 20 years!&nbsp; What is going on?"</strong><br><br>He didn't mean to sound rude or pushy... it just kinda came blurting out.&nbsp; He was about to apologize for that when the door opened and PJ slipped inside his office.&nbsp; At her question, he sighed a touch and motioned to the boy first.<br><br><strong>"I have no idea who the boy is... but he's out cold.&nbsp; He was being attacked by a demon in the alleyway outside."</strong><br><br>His gaze moved to Zoey.<br><br><strong>..."and she is apparently a Whitelighter, sent to guide and protect me, Chris and Melinda.&nbsp; Everything is happening so fast.&nbsp; My dream, then this"...</strong><br><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"Sorry... Zoey is her name.&nbsp; Zoey, this is my cousin, PJ."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aemirys</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 12:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Zoey_Bradshaw_01.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>ZOEY BRADSHAW</strong></span></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>whitelighter</strong></span></span><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>p3 office</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trajan Pro;" class="bbc_font"><strong>» caleb » wyatt » pj</strong></span></span></div><br><br>PJ entered into the office closing the door behind her. With his gazed firmly fixed upon Zoey he started filling PJ in.<br><br>"I have no idea who the boy is... but he's out cold.&nbsp; He was being attacked by a demon in the alleyway outside."<br><br>..."and she is apparently a Whitelighter, sent to guide and protect me, Chris and Melinda.&nbsp; Everything is happening so fast.&nbsp; My dream, then this"...<br><br>He paused and Zoey could feel the surge of emotions going through her newest charge like lightening striking and splitting a tree in two. Her heart went out to the boy, her naturing psyche already firmly attuned and connected to Wyatt already.<br><br>"Sorry... Zoey is her name.&nbsp; Zoey, this is my cousin, PJ."<br><br>Zoey turned her impossibly cheery smile upon PJ. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you PJ!"<br><br>She went back over to the comfy sofa Wyatt had originally placed her on upon orbing into the office and sat back down next to the unconscious boy, gazing at the cares and worries still shadowed upon his face, seeing that he was alright for the moment she shifted her green eyes to both Wyatt and PJ.<br><br>"To answer your questions.... I am not privy to the reasons behind why the Elders have assigned me to be your Whitelighter. As for the demon in the alley..." she shook her slightly at this "No, that was completely unforeseen and unrelated. I'm afraid I can't shed any light on this for you."<br><br>Silently to herself she wondered if the Angels of Destiny had anything to do with this. For a demon to be in the alley behind P3 at the precise moment she was orbing there to start her assignment... and for one of her charges to fall upon the scene, well it had the feeling of the strings of destiny being brought together to weave out The Grand Design.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 01:20:48</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 - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 02:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starting at her condo, moving to the bar at P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg)</div>Lee smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She'd left her hair down and curled the golden locks into soft waves and simply let them fall as they would. The black dress and boots made the most of her frame without actually being revealing. It was the sort of thing she never wore in her day-to-day but enjoyed even if it would shock the hell out of the people she spent most of her time at school or in the lab with...perhaps partly <em>because</em> it worked so well at shocking them.<br><br>Sauntering down to her car, a small, powder blue Mazda, and slid into it with a grin. She didn't drive it much but she <em>did</em> love her car. It was treated better than a lot of people's children and, despite having it for nearly three years now, still smelled nearly new. It was an odd contrast, as much as she loved her plants, she loved this piece of metal and machinery just as much. Of course the fact that it wouldn't hurt her plants helped with how much she loved it, if it could keep her in shape as well as her bike did she'd probably drive it all the time!<br><br>Pulling into the lot at P3 she slid from the cars embrace and glanced around, looking to see if any of her cousins had beaten her there. The lot was already nearly full and she didn't spot any cars she recognized but that didn't mean they hadn't orbed or were simply parked to far away from where she was to spot their cars at a glance. Heading to the door she flashed a grin at the bouncer who simply let her past, knowing the owner's sister on site considering how often the family gathered there.<br><br>Sidling up to the bar she noticed PJ's friend Jinni with a gorgeous piece of eye-candy and offered the brunette a sly grin, clearly approving of her taste in men but not going over to say, "Hi". She didn't want to interrupt. Tearing her eyes away she turned her gaze to the bartender and smiled warmly, "A martini please, dirty, three olives," she asked as she slid her credit card over the bar, "And I'll run a tab thanks." Watching the card get slid into the small file box kept just for such things she grinned and turned on her barstool, eying the club and looking for any other Halliwells who might be lurking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 03:11:12</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">We Found Love in a Hopeless Place…<br>Tagging Brie &amp; Tray or Others ;)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><em>@ Austin’s condo…</em><br>Austin’s mind was still filled with the scenes from the earlier interactions in the darkened alley. After a couple of hours of paperwork and a smattering of interviews from supervisors, psychologists, and internal affairs he was excused from his shift. A panel of his peers would determine if his actions were warranted and if he would continue in his duties, face paid administrative leave for additional investigation, or would be dismissed and charged. He was fairly certain it would all fall into place and he’d be back at work without much to-do.<br><br>Unfortunately, it didn’t give him much time to return to his condo, shower and change and get ready to meet Tray. The thought of being with his closest friend lightened his mood substantially. The punk had a way of doing that to Austin. Unlike Austin, Tray had a rather large family of cousins, though the cop hadn’t met many of them other than in passing. He did know Tray’s twin Brie rather well. Austin had to admit she was cute and the bond the siblings shared was something to witness. A portion of that bond passed to Austin as well. He considered Brie an important person in his life by way of Tray. At times Austin felt like a big brother to the two, but he also felt other things about Tray. Other things that Austin felt weren’t worth considering.<br><br>He shuddered as he pulled a red t-shirt on over his head and thought about the dead kid again. Austin couldn’t imagine what he would do if that happened to one of the twins. The thought of losing one of his only friends to such brutality was enough to make his heart race. He ran his hands through his hair and as he brought them to his sides he looked at the calloused fingers. Had he ever been in a rage so blinding he murdered? His hidden dark side had many secrets he had yet to unlock.<br><br><em>@ P3…</em><br>A short cab ride later he found himself standing outside the relatively non-descript P3. Austin knew that the exterior didn’t give much inspiration to what exactly occurred inside. Stepping into the club, he was overcome with a sense of letting go. The music was pumping (http://youtu.be/GchEVSx9XEA) and people left their cares at the door. Austin was determined to do the same. The lyrics called to him…<br><br>Shine a light through an open door<br>Love a life I will divide<br>Turn away 'cause I need you more<br>Feel the heartbeat in my mind<br><br>It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny<br>But I’ve gotta let it go<br><br>We found love in a hopeless place…<br><br>Austin’s right lip curled into a half smile as he made his way over to the bar to grab a beer. On the way he flipped out his phone and sent a quick text message off to Try. “Here, u?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 04:36:52</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 Out Of Her Element - <strong>Home, then P3, Tagging Anyone</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To find a witch, but which witch to seek?'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack had been glad to get away from work - especially considering it had ended with being humiliated by her Captain.&nbsp; While she understood that lead investigator made her in some degree responsible for everything that occurs on scene - she didn't agree that 'freak accidents' were entitled to the same scrutiny as a murder ... at least publicly.&nbsp; It was important that she use every bit of leverage to convince her superiors that a homeless man didn't really matter - regardless of just how much she'd disagreed.&nbsp; The sudden appearance of her father made that more clear than ever - as well as the need to get from beneath his thumb.<br><br>After a quick shower, and dressing in a cream blouse open to reveal a soft pink corset top, a red knee length asymmetrical skirt in a gauzy material and tall cream boots, she seemed ready.&nbsp; Of course, by the time the Inspector arrived at P3, she'd nearly turned right back around after waiting in the line at the door.&nbsp; The place was packed, and she had no idea at all how it was she was going to find the one she was looking for, or ones, for that matter.&nbsp; The information she'd been given by her father - whom had left a note at her apartment on the dresser - yes, creepy - was probably out of date.&nbsp; It had been hard for demons to maintain anything nearing a balance for a long time, which had made it easier, of course, for her to escape them.&nbsp; The idea that things were changing was not in the least bit pleasant.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead of going right for the bar, she found a table that had a bit of seclusion, but afforded her a decent view of much of the open space of the club.&nbsp; The music was loud - making it hard to think and even at her little table, almost hard to breathe.&nbsp; She'd rather be shot, stabbed, or beaten ... those she could handle.&nbsp; But socialising?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; No thanks.&nbsp; Flagging down a waitress was the easy part, and she tugged out her e-reader to peruse a book while waiting for her gin and tonic.&nbsp; The last thing she was reading was the latest in a series of fantasy novels, as the grittier ones just didn't hold her interest.&nbsp; It seemed altogether silly to read and imagine gritty when one lived it on a daily basis.&nbsp; <br><br>Lightly, Jack started to tap her foot and observe over the reader.&nbsp; People danced, chatted, and also sat alone, though the ones she most had an interest in were those that would stand out as not quite human to her eyes, ones like her that watched the crowd too closely rather than seeming to fit in completely. It was rough when rather than socialising and enduring harmless flirtation she wondered whether the human in question would be a demonic target.&nbsp; Or responsible for any number of mundane crimes resulting of preying on other unsuspecting innocents.&nbsp; Didn't need to be a witch, or anything else to wonder the things she did, necessarily.&nbsp; Being an Inspector for San Francisco was enough to make a woman suspicious of near anything that moved.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With her stylish and rather cute attire, it was not impossible that she might stand out.&nbsp; Raising her left hand, she flicked her hand through her hair, which now lay loose down her back in soft, jet black waves.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 05:05:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/Charmed_Helen_%28100c%29.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» austin . tragan . paisley . jinni </span></span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/87/Brie_clubbing_01.jpg)</div> Brie hadn't needed more than ten minutes to shower, mess up her hair, and bounce back downstairs in a flurry of damp hair and ruffled clothing pulled on quickly. She'd ignored the <em>look</em> Tray gave her when he saw what she was wearing - he never approved whenever she showed up with skin exposed anywhere under her neck and above mid-thigh - and had thrown on a thicker coat to keep out San Francisco's winter chill. Even though she was itching to get to the club early to dance to her heart's content, Brie managed to restrain her impatience and wait while Tray drove the two of them back to his place so he could also shower and change to make an appearance at the club.<br><br>They had arrived not too long ago, and by then, not even the temptation of seeing Austin again could keep Brie away from the stage, where most of the dancers had gathered. After delivering her coat to one of the bartenders to keep behind the bar, Brie made a beeline for where the best stuff happened in a club.<br><br><em>This day keeps getting better!</em> She reached into the crowd of people, grinning, and grabbed onto the wrist of one of the dancers. He stopped, surprised - then exclaimed in surprise and swept her off her feet in a healthy bear hug. It was an impressive feat, since Brie was taller than most girls (made even taller in her delicate pumps), but since Jaxom was used to doing lifts with the best of the best in Unity, she was probably about as light as a feather for him.<br><br>Brie wrapped one arm playfully around his neck so she could pull him down and shout in his ear. <strong>"What are you doing here?" </strong>Without need for cues or counts, both of them swung into a fast-paced step that was perfect for the DJ's song.<br><br>He didn't answer for several stanzas, matching her step for step and throwing in one of his signature lifts for a good measure. Brie laughed as she gripped his shoulders tightly, then slid them down his body to land as the song transitioned into something with less speed, but a stronger beat. They shifted to the edge of the crowd while Brie caught her breath, giving him a chance to answer without shouting himself hoarse. <strong><em>"Well, you know a lot of the guys at Unity like coming here. Good dancing, and it's small - plus, if we catch you, we can run up a tab at the bar!"</em></strong> She socked him in the arm, but grinned good naturedly as she shifted the thin blazer on her shoulders. They traded a few more questions and answers while Brie took stock of her outfit - the black shorts had been a good choice, she reflected, and the blazer was cute, sassy, and not terribly revealing. Tray might complain, but they both knew that Brie didn't dress slutty to clubs, ever - he was just being his usual protective, big-brother self.<br><br><strong><em>"So, you hoping to get lucky tonight or something?"</em></strong> He waved at her lacy bandeau top and winked, earning himself another sock in the arm as Brie stuck a tongue out at him. <strong>"No, Tray and some of the other cousins just wanted to come here and hang tonight."</strong> <em>And Austin</em>, Brie thought to herself. She couldn't stop the silly little smile that curled the corners of her lips - a smile that Jaxom caught. Grinning, he kissed her forehead - they'd almost become a couple once, and though nothing had happened, they were still close friends - and pointed back at the dance floor. <em><strong>"I'm going back! You coming?"</strong></em><br><br>Brie shook her head as her eyes lit upon a familiar set of shoulders. She began making her way through the maze of people, turning down a couple of offers to dance while she slid through the crowd. Before she managed to intercept Austin on the way to bar, though, she spotted two other familiar faces - one of Prue's friends, and Paisley. Brie made eye contact and waved to Jinni while she joined Paisley at the bar, letting her eyes linger on Jinni's friend a couple seconds longer before she pulled her eyes away reluctantly. Now <em>he</em> was all kinds of hot. The witch grinned widely as she winked at both of them before turning back to the bar to sit with Paisley.<br><br>The Mitchell sister was a familiar face at P3, and by the time she'd slid onto one of the bar seats, the bartender had her usual glass of cider waiting on a paper napkin. After one incident with alcohol in college, Brie had decided that she and alcohol didn't mix. Prue and Wyatt kept a stash of Martinelli's behind the counter just for her, and she always made sure to call before she came and replenish the supply whenever it ran out.<br><br><strong>"Did you just get here, Paisley?"</strong> Brie couldn't help but scan her eyes back down the other way, where Austin was headed... but where was Tray?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 17:51:23</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> Location: P3 dancefloor<br>Tagged: Angel, Brie</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>Jinni had spent a good three to four hours with Angel just drinking and dancing. He was right though. Someone should take her off the market because guys like Angel didn't come along everyday. She laughed a lot, smiled a lot, and flirted a whole lot more. Probably more than she should. Toward the end of the last dance she had nearly kissed the man. It was one of those moments where two people have had a wonderful night together, have drank far too much, and the chemistry of a possible lust connection is just there. As her lips had brushed his she immediately pulled them back and glanced around apologizing quietly.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry.. my .. Wyatt would never ask me out if he saw me making out with a hot bad boy like you. I'm far too invested in my interest there to just give it up for what I truly believe would be an -amazing- night with you."</strong><br><br>The dark haired gypsy girl didn't stop dancing with him however. She wouldn't pull away or withdraw, but she did want to set the record straight. Her lips curled up in a soft smile of apology as she tried to hold onto any amount of friendship she could retain with him.<br><br><strong>"So maybe you can make me dinner one night then? I'd never pass up good food, especially from a Kitchen Picasso."</strong><br><br>A grin passed her face and she looked around a few moments later to see the club getting more crowded than she remembered it being. As she glanced through the crowd she spotted a couple of the Halliwell girls and a bounce nearly formed in her step. She smiled at Brie and gave her a nod before looking to Angel with a knowing grin. She may not be cupid but she could do a love connection just as well. Her blue eyes met with Angel's and she leaned in close during the dance and spoke close to his ear.<br><br><strong>"There is a girl at the bar who is just dying to meet you... would you like to go say hello? I think my feet could use a rest for a minute or two.."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 18:24:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor to Bar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Paisley, Brie </div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He chuckled softly and nodded understandingly. "Word of advice. Us guys are powerful stupid creatures. Powerful stupid. If he hasn't figured it out for himself yet he probably won't anytime soon. But I promise, the second he knows a girl like you wants him...well, he'll still be powerful stupid. Can't help that. It's a guy thing. But he'll be powerful stupid and happy. So the next time you see him, walk right up and plant one on his lips. Then walk away and put a bit of swish in those hips that I know you've got. Spell it out in nice big bright neon letters for the poor dumb bastard. He'll do the rest from there. "<br><br>Not that he expected her to literally take his advice. But the general idea was conveyed adequately he figured. Just go tell him how she feels...one way or another...and this Wyatt guy will trip over himself to be with her if he's got half a braincell. He chuckled and walked back toward the bar with her. He had stopped drinking an hour or so ago because he was pretty sure that if he got too drunk he'd forget all about his decision to respect her feelings for this Wyatt guy and his decision not to dedicate the evening to tempting her into his bedroom. <br><br>He looked down the bar at the two new arrivals who seemed to know Jinni and offered them a small smile and a tip of his glass...which now contained something a bit softer than tequila. But he figured he should wait for a proper introduction before speaking. It seemed the polite thing to do. <br><br></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 23:41:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brie, Paisley, Jinni, Stranger<br><em>DJ, that's my song!</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lydl8hhlMG1r7wrq1o1_r1_250.jpg)</div><br>It was tempting to stay in the house instead of going out with her family to P3 due to the stress and foolish mistakes of the day. Yet a few moments of thinking allowed Melinda to quickly change her mind after weighting for pros and cons of going out. If she stayed in the house, she would more than likely end up reading a book, which wasn’t a bad thing, while eating some type of sweet that wasn’t necessarily good for her health. Or she would end up going to sleep while watching some sappy romantic movie. On the other hand, if she went out to the club she could dance, have a few drinks, and spend time with the people that mattered most with her. It was an easy choice and undisputed winner in her mind. After letting her cousins at the mansion know that she was going home to get dressed, Melinda disappeared before reappearing into her apartment across town. She took a quick shower to steam away the tension of the day before putting on her favorite dark green dress with a pair of black pumps. The woman in the mirror looked rather happy, and that was much better than the pathetic expression from earlier in the manor. After applying a little makeup and some loose curls, she was more than ready to go out. The only problem was that her car was parked directly outside of the manor. <br><br>She sighed before picking her clutch purse with the necessities for the night before orbing back into the house. All was quiet in the house, letting her know that her cousins already left. After locking the door, Melinda was back in her car and on her way. Her playlist consisted of some techno and other types of dance music to get in the mood. She received a few strange looks from an older couple as she danced in the seat while waiting for a light to change. It wasn’t a long drive, and she was able to find a reasonably near parking spot before heading towards the front entrance. She could hear the music without even being inside and the line outside was long. Business was good for the family. Thankfully, due to her last name and knowing the guard outside, she was able to beat the waiting outside before entering the lovely P3. <br><br>It didn’t take long for her to spot a few of her family members, but the first thing she needed was a little something to help her unwind after a long, hard day. She made her way through the crowds of dancing people before lifting herself up to sit on one of the bar stools. “May I have a double vodka on the rocks, please?” The male bartender winked at her, and she smiled playfully in return. It was harmless flirting that happened between the two every time she came to the club. Melinda was so intent on a drink that for a moment it escaped her notice that she was directly next to her cousins. “Hey!” She said happily to Brie and Paisley. A teasing smile came on her face as she took in her cousins’ outfits. “Both of you look beautiful.” She complimented genuinely before lauging softly as she noticed Paisley's boots, “I really do need to borrow those boots one day.” <em>To stick up my employer's ass</em>. <br><br>The thought caused a mischievous smirk to appear on her face as she banished his face from her mind. No need to bring those problems and negative feelings to the dance floor. Her drink was placed beside her, and she sipped at it. She glanced around to notice that Jinni and an young male was walking towards them. Melinda gave Jinni a friendly wave and a smile even though she did not know her too well. Just then one of her favorite songs came on, and it wasn't long until she was dancing a little in her seat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 02:43:30</strong>
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				<br><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 - Back Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Wyatt, Zoey</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Prue had spent the past three to four hours with Wyatt and Zoey discussing what happened in the alley. She learned about Zoey's relation to being the Whitelighter for Pipers children and that the boy really could answer no further questions until later, likely the morning. It was one of those times where the dark haired older Halliwell cousin didn't know what to say about it all. It had been so peaceful for so long and it frankly scared her to think of demons back in the city again. There was no power of three. Somehow, they would have to fix that and figure out it. Until such a time they just knew to be careful and a meeting would need to be called. PJ had suggested they wait until the boy woke to answer questions before the meeting was called. Until such a time she asked Wyatt to take the boy over to Leo to watch over until they could do anything more. He should be safe with their mothers' former guardian and Leo would know how to reach them. The boy seemed to be well taken care of with the bit of healing that Zoey had done and Wyatt didn't seem too frazzled with what he had to do out there. Being the ever vigilant strong one she took in slow deep breaths and then looked to each of them. <br><br><strong>"Okay.. so you take him to Leo, Wyatt. Zoey we will go out and meet the others. They should all be at the bar or there abouts. Tomorrow or whenever the boy wakes up we will call a meeting and discuss where we go from here. For now, you should get to know everyone, more importantly your charges. Wyatt, you come join us after. Okay? Sound good?"</strong><br><br>PJ knew she'd need a drink after this, but then again drinking never left for clear thoughts and with demons out and about again, clear thoughts were definitely necessary. With a slow released sigh she gave a half smile to each of them and motioned for Zoey to head out in front of her before she looked back at Wyatt.<br><br><strong>"Hurry back. Just in case. Oh... and Wyatt... please be careful, and don't freak out Leo too much."</strong><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Angel, Brie, Mel, Paisley, anyone else nearby</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>Jinni had moved down toward the girls with the super tall, dark, and handsome man. She smiled to any of those who looked her way and waved as well. She didn't know a lot of the Halliwell females too closely but had seen them from time to time or at least heard their names in passing. She did know who Brie was however and she recognized Paisley. It was the other (Melinda) who she couldn't place completely but it would come to her eventually. She was glad to see the girls so upbeat and doing well. Sometimes she wished PJ would just let things go loose and just live more, but someone had to be responsible she supposed. It was just exhausting to watch her best friend day in and day out. <br><br>As they had finally reached the trio of girls she motioned to each of them in turn and then to Angel as customary in introductions. She knew they would all find him as lovely to look upon as she did and his height would only increase that awe factor, especially to the ones who just found the taller men undeniably yum.<br><br><strong>"Hey there.. How are you guys doing?&nbsp; This is Angel... he's new to the club scene so to speak, always hiding behind his desk or chasing teenagers who break rules.&nbsp; This is Brie, Lee, and ....."</strong><br><br>Her mind went blank when she got to Melinda again. Nibbling at her lower lip she couldn't recall it for the life of her and blushed a little at her faux pas. <br><br><strong>"I'm sorry... there are so many beautiful Halliwell women, I can't keep up with you all.. I've spaced on your name ...&nbsp; I wanna say Melissa.. but I don't think thats right."</strong><br><br>She glanced between them all and then around a bit to see if maybe Wyatt was with them somewhere but no such luck. She nearly got a disappointed look on her face but hid it well enough. Her blue eyes shifted back to Angel as she scooted upon a bar stool and crossed her legs. She made sure to pull the skirt of her dress back into place and picked up her drink again. Jinni wasn't sloshed by any means but she was feeling quite good. The dark haired female giggled a bit and leaned halfway on her elbow against the bar, hoping he would ask one of them to dance and that they would hit it off well.&nbsp; One less temptation on her plate and a more important one to mull over. <br><br>Angel was right, she should just go after Wyatt with wild abandon and let him know how she felt, but at the same time PJ might get uber pissed at her and not speak to her for who knows how long. It was a hard decision to make. Hopefully, PJ would be okay with it and want her to be happy. That was what Jinni kept telling herself however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 03:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Party time!</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Kenny, Anyone</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> Payton was just slipping on her short leather jacket when she heard a horn beep outside. Rolling her eyes she crossed to the window to peek out and sure enough there was Kenny's black '66 GTO idling in front of the manor. Checking her appearance in the mirror one last time, she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. <strong>“You can do this Pay. Just a night out. No freaky power surges.”</strong> A devilish smile spread slowly across her features as the concept of a night out with her best friend crossed her mind and didn't fade as the horn beeped again impatiently. <br><br>Snatching up her keys, she headed out of the house and locked the door behind her. The house was silent with no obvious signs of life inside so she figured everyone must have left a while ago. After the talk with Paisley, Payton had spent a few more minutes out in the garden thinking over the idea of calling her mother. Unable to get past the weighty emotional baggage that came with the prospect, she'd decided she would talk with both of her sisters at a later time—she would need them there, that much was clear—and pushed it out of her mind. Heading upstairs after a bit of Lee's tea , she'd popped a pill just to be sure and lay down with the intention of staying in for the night. However, after a short nap she'd woken to an empty house, and with her headache subdued she'd called up her best friend for a night out.<br><br>Still grinning, Payton pulled open the car door and slid onto the leather seat, a sharp wolf whistle greeting her. She was instantly thankful the heat was pumping full blast as her dress was hardly weather appropriate. <br><br><strong>“No kiss hello?”</strong> Kenny waited for her to put on her seat belt before he shifted into gear and pulled away from the curb, some random metal song playing low in the background.<br><br><strong>“For you sitting in the car and honking at me?”</strong> She snorted and kept her gaze straight ahead. <strong>“No way.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Aww, c'mon Belle. I was making sure everything was nice and warm for you. A skirt that short, you would have hated to sit on cold leather.”</strong> He grinned over at her.<br><br></span></span><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Firewall-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> <strong>“A gentleman comes to the door,”</strong> she insisted, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, well... you've know for a good long while that I ain't no gentleman, babe.”</strong> His hand fell on her thigh and squeezing slightly he wiggled his eyebrows at her lewdly. <br><br>Payton couldn't help but laugh as she slugged him, <strong>“Just drive you heathen.”</strong> She was so glad Kenny wasn't in one of his darker, broody moods. He was so much fun to be around when he lightened up.<br><br><strong>“Ow!”</strong> He laughed and rubbed his shoulder as though she had hurt him. <strong>“As the Beauty commands...”</strong><br><br>The drive to P3 wasn't long but by the time they'd arrived parking was an issue. Kenny wouldn't trust his prized possession near just any old car so they'd ended up having to walk a bit to get to the entrance. Luckily her friend was nice enough to give up his long coat for her which kept her from freezing, though the coat was clearly made to fit his six foot, two inch frame and not her five feet, two inches. It turned out to be rather easy to get into the club tonight. The bouncer, a regular who knew her by sight now, didn't question her though he did start to turn Kenny away. A sweet smile and a promise that they wouldn't cause trouble made on the girl scouts honor she didn't have eventually got him in though and she was grateful. <br><br>After checking their coats, Payton wasted no time grabbing Kenny and dragging him out to the dance floor. She knew her sisters and cousins were here somewhere but she didn't bother trying to seek them out just yet. She wanted to have fun while she could and she was sure she'd run into them anyway. Plus, it was best to keep away from the bar since all the bartenders knew she was underage thanks to PJ. No point in even getting excited about that. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 03:25:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> The bar at P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni, Angel, Melinda, Brie<br><br><hr><br>Lee smiled as first Brie and then Melinda joined her at the bar. A night out dancing was always good for all of them and no one could party like a Halliwell! Grinning impishly she looked them both over and gave a low whistle of appreciation, "You guys look fantastic! Brie, that top is WAY more daring than I could manage and that dress is perfect on you Mel! I think we are all ready to let loose a bit tonight!" she added with a grin and raised her glass in salute to her cousins. <br><br>Seeing Jinni and Angel approach she included them in her smiles and couldn't resist the temptation to let her eyes give the handsome, and <em>very</em> tall man a slow once over. She did like her men tall and this was one tall, handsome, specimen of manliness! Meeting his eye she didn't blush or turn away but held out her hand as Jinni made her introductions, "Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Jinni's, she does find us the most handsome men to keep our eyes on. My dear cousin there is Melinda but you have to forgive Jinni for losing track of us, we have a big family and PJ likes to keep her friend to herself," she added with a small chuckle and wink at Jinni as she made light of her forgetting Melinda's name. <br><br>Flashing everyone a grin she waved to the bartender, "Since we have a new friend here the first round of shots is on me, I'll take a tequilla," she told the bartender before looking at everyone else, "Order up, it's rude to make a girl (even family!) drink alone!"<br><br>Imagining the looks on some of her co-workers faces as she ordered the round of shots she gave a soft chuckle to herself. They'd die of shock to see her this way but she fully intended to just cut loose tonight. She was so serious most of the time, but when she let loose, she let loose!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 04:05:20</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 Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Paisley and the rest.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jacqueline watched as the bar emptied of people and constantly filled with it - though there was a group in particular she'd had her eye upon.&nbsp; They seemed to fit the descriptions that her father had given her - even though the very idea that she'd been essentially forced to accept his assistance would be something she would have to deal with later.&nbsp; Now she had at least three mysterious murders on her hands likely the result of evil looking to take an upper hand on the grand scheme of things.&nbsp; The thought that this would end up being all business at least was a minor solace, though of course it hardly meant that the Inspector couldn't enjoy the atmosphere of the club ... at least a little.&nbsp; They were merely witches, and all she had to do was convince them that something wicked was afoot ... and that she herself was not part of it.<br><br>With any luck, none of them would be so well informed to have the faintest idea to tie her own name to that of the centuries old half-demon Joscelin.&nbsp; Raking her hand through her hair again, Jack rose to her feet, and moved to the bar, close enough to the group that just maybe she might be noticed, but not so much as to appear quite rude. Straightening her soft red skirt that flowed over her knees, she hopped up on one of the stools with slight difficultly and a curse in fluid Mandarin - then shot a thin, and somewhat nervous smile at the pretty blonde <em>(Paisley)</em> that seemed determined to get her relatives very drunk.&nbsp; Her fingers moved along the odd, silvering scar upon her lower jaw.&nbsp; <br><br>"Apologies, its rather crowded in here, and they don't seem to make these stools for the vertically challenged," she said softly, nerves making evident her blended heritage.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is it always like this?&nbsp; You seem as though you might be a regular, and an ... organised one," noting that she'd elected to go for a tab rather than paying per drink.&nbsp; "Most people that go for a tab are at least relatively well off, and aren't concerned about the details of what they mind spend, or perhaps enjoy the record keeping of a credit card company." It was of course an observation she'd often made as a result of working - and people with credit card were much easier to track financially, which often lead to the breaking of a case.&nbsp; Her thin smile curved to a faint smirk as she braced her feet on either side of the stool for balance. <br><br>Jack tugged a bit on her left sleeve, and asked the bartender for another gin and tonic - top shelf.&nbsp; "I ... I hope I am not intruding.&nbsp; It's only that your group seems to be the ... life of the party."&nbsp; Her eyes went back to her tablet e-reading device, and she pressed a small button to turn a page.&nbsp; She smiled as her drink was slid down the bar, and caught it with one hand in a smooth, quick motion that didn't disturb a drop of her drink.&nbsp; To those that might notice the movement revealed the outline of a holster beneath her cream coloured blouse, as well as the badge on her hip.&nbsp; Taking a sip, she lifted her drink to the other ladies, and the tall gentleman down the bar from her.&nbsp; The bright red edging of a tattoo peaked from beneath her long sleeves, and one as well was apparent along the back of her neck in Chinese characters, disappearing down into her blouse.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taintedmythos</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 05:14:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name/Alias: Nichademus " Nick" McManus<br>&nbsp;Creature Type: Mortal<br>&nbsp;Location: P3<br>&nbsp;Tagged: Anyone</div><br>(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g40/MistGreyWolf/Nick.png)<br><br>Nick arrived at P3; the club he had heard was tough on the fake ID’s. Time to put old Jake’s Work to the test. Shaking his head to himself as he walked up to the club, he really needed to get a ride soon and the place to stay.&nbsp; Nick walked up to the bouncer and showed the ID and after a few moments of looking it over he was waved through.&nbsp; As he walked into the club, Nick let his gaze linger around the room taken in the people at the tables, bar and then lingering on the dance floor.<br><br>There were a large number of provocative women in the club tonight. The ravenous males drooling over them would make a target rich environment for gathering some quick cash if needed.&nbsp; Moving through the crowd, Nick scanned the room taking his time. His five foot nine, well fit frame not enough to cause a lot of heads to turn, but enough to show he was decent looking. Time enough for dancing in a bit, first a drink. When Nick reaches the bar he orders a beer and a shot. Nick downs the shot before the bar tender gets the cash off the bar and then turns taking the beer to a table near the dance floor. As he sat there his eyes travelled over the people in the bar. His eyes paused over the man with several women gathered with him, talking. Then they shifted back to the dance floor pausing on the five foot two figure dancing with the six foot something guy. Speaking softly to himself as he planned how best to spend his evening. “ Seems like a lot of big guys around here”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 05:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cb/Charmed_Helen_%28100d%29.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>well, one drink shouldn't hurt...</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» paisley . melinda . jinni . angelo </span></span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Charmed_brianne_c.png)</div> The wide smile on Brie's only widened further at Paisley's cheerful assessment of their outfits. Paisley was usually so quiet and serious - more tranquil than wild, without a penchance towards flinging convention in its own face - that seeing her like this,&nbsp; sporting sexy heels and a sexier dress, would probably shock anyone who didn't see her in casual environments like P3.<br><br><strong>"You're giving us a run for the money yourself, Paisley,"</strong> the dancer laughed, including Melinda in a hug as she slid off her seat to make room for Jinni and the handsome stranger as they arrived. Having danced in everything from ballet shoes, to jazz heels, to sneakers and even barefoot, Brie could easily stand, walk, and dance all night long in whatever footwear she selected from her closet without missing a beat. She didn't mind giving up her seat if it meant one of the others could rest.<br><br><strong>"And this?"</strong> Brie plucked at the lapel of her blazer and tried to manage as innocent a smile as possible, though she only managed to look mischievous and just a little bit playful. <strong>"I didn't actually have any of my clothes on hand at the Manor, so I threw this together from one of performances. It was either this or wear even less, and I didn't think Tray would appreciate <em>that</em>."</strong><br><br>As Jinni made introductions, Brie glanced briefly over at Austin, who seemed to be... waiting. Probably for Tray. Not wanting to make herself a third wheel from the start, the brunette decided that she would wait until Tray made his appearance before joining them. And in the meantime, of course, she could make a new friend - a very <em>tall</em> new friend who looked just about the right height for a great dance partner.<br><br><strong><em>"Hey there.. How are you guys doing?&nbsp; This is Angel... he's new to the club scene so to speak, always hiding behind his desk or chasing teenagers who break rules.&nbsp; This is Brie, Lee, and ....."</em></strong><br><br>Brie waited for Jinni and Paisley to finish their introductions and greetings before she said her hellos. <strong>"Hi, Jinni - its been a while. Lucky me, I came back from our tour just in time for an unofficial get-together at P3."</strong> To Angel, she nodded and raised her own glass (of non-alcoholic cider, of course) slightly in greeting. <strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Angel - though if you don't mind my saying, you don't look much like the traditional cherubs."</strong> She winked to convey her good-natured teasing.<br><br>When Paisley ordered a round of shots for all of them, Brie hesitated. She didn't usually drink, and with good reason - the last time she'd gone drinking in college, she'd nearly exposed her powers when her ability to control her orbing went a little haywire. That had been enough of a fright to make her swear almost completely off of liquor. She didn't mind terribly, since dancing was fun regardless, and the hours she kept working and practicing made it more than impractical to attempt getting a buzz. And it even meant that there was always somebody to take care them when the company went out as a group.<br><br><em>But this is P3...</em> She stole a glance at Austin, and felt that little tremor of uncertainty snake its way through her belly. The uncharacteristic nervousness made her feel weird. <em>I suppose one shot wouldn't hurt.</em> Brie caught the bartender's eye and ordered a shot of Kamikaze, ruthlessly making up her mind to take no more than a couple of shots tonight. It wouldn't do to make too much of a fool of herself in front of Angel - or Austin, when she felt a little less nervous about approaching him. Maybe the alcohol would help a little with that.<br><br><strong>"So if you're new to the club scene, Angel, what brought you to P3 tonight? Most people would try one of the bigger places in downtown, first."</strong> Brie really wanted to ask about Jinni's comment, about Angel chasing rule-breaking teenagers and hiding behind a desk - but with Paisley living it up at the bar and seemingly on her way to tearing up the dance floor, it didn't seem like the right time to introduce more serious conversation.<br><br>She could wait, though. Smiling, Brie waited for the others to order up their shots, letting Paisley and Melinda take the limelight while she enjoyed the intimate and familiar environment of P3 after a few weeks out of the clubbing scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 07:08:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">Connor James Andrews</div><div align="center">More hope than brains</div>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/JD2.jpg)<br><br><div align="center">Tag Mel, Any</div><br>In truth Connor had been unable to sleep and shortly after going upstairs had quickly gotten out of bed and headed to the shower , returning to his room he put on a pair of black causual pants , white shirt with collar and a black jacket, he had no idea where he was going but dressed so that he' be able to get into most places. Opening a bag under his bed he took out the small Beretta and looked at it, if he was on duty he was always armed...but this wasn't on duty and he was unlikely to encounter anything that required firing a gun at people..still this was America and it was always better to be safe than sorry , he'd hide the gun in his car...just in case.<br><br>He walked out the front door having poked his head into the living room to say goodbye to his mother , she was sound asleep watching of all things Coronation St, Connor shook his head the more things change the more they stay the same.<br><br>He drove past the Halliwell manor and on in to the city, driving aimlessly recalling previous drives with Melly, back then just being near her filled his soul , it least in the days before it went sour. Stopping at an intersection he looked up the road and saw the sign P3, he knew the club , he'd tried a few times to get in under age but being known by the owners had reduced his success to nil.<br><br>He was tempted to drive past , find somewhere else , however he instead found himself parking his car in the car park next to the club. There was a queue to get in but it moved quickly and in a few minutes he was inside the club.<br><br>His eyes swept across a myriad of people, after years of special ops he was automatically looking for threats, and in this club they existed , he truly didn't know what reception he'd get from the Halliwells despite his mothers assurance that all would be forgiven...eventually. Then there was Melly , what if she was here ? he had no idea what reception he'd get from her, his mother had remained close to his ex girlfriend and he knew she knew that he had joined the SAS but that more than likely meant sweet FA to her.<br><br>As he moved into the crowd and towards a far bar he caught sight of an older version of the Brie he remembered from his teenage years and then his eyes saw 'her' and she took his breath away, she had always been stunning but to his eyes she was now 'other-worldly' ,&nbsp; a part of him wanted to turn back , he wasn't good at personal confrontation and more so in crowded places.<br><br>"Who dares wins' He whispered the regimental motto and made his way towards Melly, when he was a few paces away he opened his mouth ,there was only one thing to say.<br><br>"Hi Melly", inside he steeled himself for what was to come.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 10:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br>It hadn't taken them very long to get ready and head to P3.&nbsp; The short wait for Brie to come bouncing down the manor stairs, for him to give her his patent older brother 'I'll kill anyone who touches the skin your showing' stare, the short ride to his place to get ready, and than drive over to P3, managed to kill just enough time before he was supposed to meet up with Austin.&nbsp; But the wait had been more than worth it.&nbsp; He hadn't realized how stressed out he was from a combination of work, his father, and the financial trouble he was going through, until he had stepped into the club and the heat from all the dancers, combined with the heavy beats being laid down, hit him.&nbsp; He wasn't much of a dancer, but still, going out, hanging out with Austin, and drinking, always managed to get him to unwind and cool down.&nbsp; <br><br>He hadn't managed to take a couple of steps, when his phone went off, and when he checked it, a grin spread over his unshaven cheeks.&nbsp; <em>“Here, u?”</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; The text was short, to the point, and reminded him of Star Wars, the geek in him wanting to let out a wooping laugh, but the conservative in him turning it into a small chuckle.&nbsp; He looked around the club, spotting his sister running off to the dance floor, before moving on in search of the familiar form of his best friend.&nbsp; He didn't spot him at first, although he knew he was here from the text he had just gotten.&nbsp; Moving off to the side, so that others could pass him, he typed out a quick reply, "<strong>Yeah, jst got here,</strong>" and than shoved it into his jeans pocket and moved deeper into the club.<br><br>He spotted more of his family as he moved, but didn't stop to talk to them, his attention completely on the task of finding Austin.&nbsp; He had something important to talk to the other man about, and since he had just spent dinner with the others, he figured he didn't actually need to talk to any of them.&nbsp; He finally spotted the man of the hour, when he had watched his sister move over to the bar, Austin wasn't all that far from her.&nbsp; His excitement pumped up a few notches, and he walked over, lucky enough to find the spot next to his friend free, so he could slide right in, leaning in close to Austins ear, so he could playfully whisper into it.<br><br>"<strong>Hey man, miss me?</strong>"&nbsp; He was grinning at his friend, hoping to have caught the man off guard, although he doubted he would, since he had been unsuccessful so far.&nbsp; One of his hands came up and tapped against the surface of the bar, his other shoved into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, a jacket that just happened to be owned by Austin, but had been left at his place.&nbsp; He had been in such a hurry to leave that he had just grabbed it from his closet, not noticing it didn't belong to him until it was too late; but he doubted Austin would really mind.<br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 14:02:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brie, Lee, Jinni, Angel, Connor<br><em>DJ, that's my song!</em><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyeph3Cx8Z1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br>Lee's free spirit attitude slightly surprised her, but she was pleased that her cousin was intent on having fun tonight. She raised her own glass back at her before taking another drink of the cool liquid with a silly grin on her face. It was in this moment of hugging Brie along with chatting with her cousins that she was pleased about her decision to come out rather than sit in the house. "I wish I could just throw an outfit together and make it look as cute as yours." Her fashion sense wasn't as good as others so it usually took her a bit of time to find something perfect to wear for different occasions. Melinda still sipped at her first drink as Jinni and the man, later introduced as Angel, made their way over to the bar. <br><br>She smiled in greeting to each before laughing a little at the failed attempt at remembering her name. It wasn’t at all off-putting or insulting since it was possibly due to her avoiding the manor along with this particular club most of the time. “Perfectly fine,” she reassured Jinni, “I am a bit hard to keep track of at times.” She swirled in her seat to look around as Brie and Angel began to speak, taking in the atmosphere of the club. A woman in a little blue dress caught her attention, and she shook her head when it became clear that it was Payton. “Little hellion.” She spoke the words affectionately. She was finishing off her first drink, and ready to order a second when a familiar voice caused her to turn around in surprise. <br><br>Connor. Connor Andrews. She stared at him for a second before resisting the urge to order another shot of vodka. Melinda couldn't help but notice that he appeared almost the same, only a bit older. Unlike some of their classmates, he appeared as handsome as the last time she saw him. That brought back a painful memory of the past, one she thought buried a long time ago. It was easier to get over someone when they weren't around in front of you. Easier to say damn him to hell yet here he was alive and in the flesh. He used her nickname as if they’d never separated. It was insulting and hurtful at the same time. She couldn’t help but feel anger that his mother did not warn her of his return. “Hey, Connor.” She forced herself to smile even though it did not appear genuine. Just then, another shot of vodka was sent her way, and she thanked the heavens for the distraction.<br><br>She turned it up, loving the burn of liquor sliding down her throat, before rising up from her bar stool. Tonight was her night. Not even he could ruin this for her with his sudden appearance. "I'm headed to the dance floor," she called back to Lee and Brie. Her voice was reasonably calm as she made her way pass him. “You can have my seat at the bar if you intend to order.” It wasn't exactly how she imagined their reunion. When she was younger, Melinda always pictured herself slapping him across the face before delivering a kick to his balls. No, not tonight, even though it would have been satisfying for her younger self to toss a drink in his face. Instead, she made her way gracefully towards the dance floor, rocking her hips to the dynamic beat that pulsed around the room. No one would ruin this night for her, not even him. It wasn't long before she was in the very center of the dance floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 15:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline, Melinda, Brie, Jinni, Angelo, Connor<br><br><hr><br>Downing her shot of tequila a fresh smile curved Lee's lips when the lovely, though unknown, woman came up to the bar and spoke to them. The woman's voice had a lovely lilt to it that spoke of being something more than just a San Francisco native. If she hadn't spent so much time down in Chinatown buying herbs she wouldn't have been able to place that slight lilt in the voice. Recognizing it though just made her smile warmer. She enjoyed the flurry of Chinatown almost as much as she did her sister's club. The reminder of one of her favorite places certainly didn't hurt her first impression of the woman.<br><br>"No need to apologize, you're right, barstools aren't made with the comfort of those who are a bit shorter in mind," she agreed and held out a leg to show the tall spikes on her boots, "Heels to catch the rungs help though," she added before doing just that, hooking her heels on the rungs of her stool and standing on them quite easily. "Just takes a little practice," she added with a soft laugh.<br><br>Motioning to the bartender she grinned and leaned in close, cheating and ordering a bit of the cider she knew they kept on stock for Brie. She might be planning to have a good time but she didn't plant to be wasted. She'd pace herself and order cider or water between actual drinks. <br><br>"Actually, I'm pretty regular here yes," she admitted, turning her attention back to the woman. "My name's Lee, and these are my cousins, Brie and Melinda, my older sister's best friend Jinni, and her new friend Angelo," she said pointing everyone out in turn. "My sister owns the place so we're all pretty regular around here and yes, it's usually pretty busy. PJ does a great job booking talented DJ's and bands to keep the crowds coming back," she said, happy to praise her older sister even if they had their own issues. <br><br>She was about to say something else when a drink was passed to the woman, and Lee, who didn't miss much, saw the outline of a holster and badge under the woman's shirt. The warmth in her eyes cooled somewhat and her smile wilted at the edges, though it didn't disappear entirely. She did lean in however so she could speak to just the woman without anyone else overhearing, "If you're here on official business you probably shouldn't be drinking, if you're not, leaving the gun and badge at home might be a good idea next time. They're rather off-putting."<br><br>She might have said more but she heard someone saying, <em>"Hi Melly,"</em> in a familiar voice and whipped her head around in time to see a blast from the past! None of them had seen Connor in years but seeing him now, and watching Mel's reaction, had all her familial protective alarms ringing. She watched Mel sidle passed him and grinned at her cousin before shifting slightly so that she could stretch one booted leg over Mel's vacated stool (not caring that it made her skirt ride up and flashed a <em>long</em> expanse of leg at Brie, Jinni and Angel), her eyes glacially cold as she looked over Connor.<br><br>"This seat's taken," she said firmly. If Mel chose to listen to him and let him back into their lives then she'd let the cold in her eyes thaw, but until then she'd be colder than an ice age. This man (handsome though he might be) had hurt her family. For Lee that was nearly unforgivable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 16:22:07</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 Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Paisley and the rest.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack ran her fingers over the rim of the glass she'd yet to take a sip from.&nbsp; Her dark gaze slid along the row of people that were quickly introduced; she never forgot a face, or a name.&nbsp; They'd all rest like little cards in a memory bank.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled again and dipped her head, dark gaze lingering a bit longer on the one called Angelo.&nbsp; Something about him set off alarm bells in her head, but Jacqueline held her pleasant, neutral smile.&nbsp; If the man was a threat, they would deal with him; it wasn't her business.&nbsp; "Brie, Melinda, Jinni ... Angelo," she repeated.&nbsp; "You seem a pleasant, charming bunch of people."&nbsp; She glanced in the direction of the DJ, and watched for several moments before looking back to the pretty blonde that called herself almost like a Chinese name.&nbsp; "Of course, I cannot forget you, Lee."<br><br>She paused a moment, and sipped slowly from her drink.&nbsp; "This place, I know - has been around for ... quite some years."&nbsp; <br><br>Her black brows rose slightly as Lee softly made a comment about her identification.&nbsp; "In fact ... I am presently not on business, though I likely should be."&nbsp; <br><br>A shrug lifted Jack's slim shoulders.&nbsp; "It ... this, is not something I usually do, however - today was one of those days where an evening out was more than wise."&nbsp; <br><br>The truth was more along the lines that she was afraid to be without it, as her tools of office seemed - usually - to keep certain eyes away from her doings.&nbsp; Her uncle had always liked to say there was power in the smallest bit of intent, and the tiniest magic even in shapes.&nbsp; Jack took a deep breath, and hoped she hadn't already caused the woman to dislike her.&nbsp; Little things like leaving her work at home was something she never dared do any more, in truth, because of her father - and ... for too many other reasons to name.&nbsp; Already, she had begun like that of a fool.&nbsp; Not good at all, she thought to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive me, if I have caused you offence, it was not intended.&nbsp; My name is ... Jack.&nbsp; Jacqueline Blakesley.&nbsp; Honestly, I would feel ... unprotected without my badge, at least.&nbsp; It's just superstition.&nbsp; My uncle insists everything happens as it needs, little things are important.&nbsp; If the wind comes from an empty cave, it's not without a reason."&nbsp; <br><br>She ran a hand through her silken hair, the action a nervous one.&nbsp; Just being in the presence of so many witches made the hair stand up on the back of her neck.&nbsp; They were certainly the ones that could help her - but now was not the time.&nbsp; Best to work what it was she needed in as slowly as she possibly could.<br><br>As the tall blonde man approached the one called Melinda, Jack watched Lee's reaction to him with interest.&nbsp; <em>"Xióng xiā zi zhāi bāo mǐ, zhāi yí gè diū yí gè ..."</em>&nbsp; She'd said, while clucking her tongue softly ... <em>blind bear picks corn, picks one and drops one</em>, which meant essentially that one would lose what one had if one continued to seek more.&nbsp; Slowly, she took another sip of her drink - which in truth, didn't affect her the same way as a it might a human, or a pure witch.&nbsp; It took quite a bit more of the spirits to so much as have her walking off balance, though Jack didn't find it a trade off worth while.<br><br>"I am hoping that my difficulty to separate myself from work like most people will not have set you against me, Miss Lee?"&nbsp; Jacqueline offered a very small, slim hand in greetings.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 19:58:17</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone <br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Over the next couple hours, Wyatt conversed with Zoey and PJ... finally deciding that a family meeting the next day would be prudent.&nbsp; For tonight, he hoped that everyone would show up to the club where he could keep an eye on his family.&nbsp; Zoey was told that she could join them at the manor the next day for the second part of the meeting, after he had spoken with his siblings and cousins alone.&nbsp; For now he would tell her that the boy would be taken care of by his father, Leo.&nbsp; In fact, after the meeting was concluded he orbed away with the boy, and after meeting with Leo and leaving the youth with him, he orbed back to his now empty office.&nbsp; <br><br>It was getting late... a bit past 10 according to the clock on the wall.&nbsp; He moved over to the one-sided mirror on the far end of his office and looked out at the club.&nbsp; He could see that Jinni was here... dancing with a handsome, mountain of a man.&nbsp; His stomach knotted itself for a moment before he shook his head.&nbsp; He had no cause to be jealous.&nbsp; Sure, he had feelings for her but she did not belong to him.&nbsp; <em>Yet.</em>&nbsp; The voice in the back of his head was small, but strong.&nbsp; In actuality it represented a dark side that he kept deep within his psyche.&nbsp; Everyone had one and he was no different.&nbsp; Fortunately his light side was at the forefront, thanks to his little brother.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched for a minute or so more when he noticed that Jinni was leading the tall guy through the crowd and over to the bar where... oh!&nbsp; He hadn't noticed some of his cousins had arrived.&nbsp; He smiled a touch.&nbsp; He should go down and say hello.&nbsp; He slipped from his office and walked down the stairs, through the door marked 'Restricted' and soon he was out in the club itself.&nbsp; He made his way through the crowd of dancers and almost bumped into a woman in a blue dress who was dancing hard.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh!&nbsp; Excuse me."</strong><br><br>He instinctively placed his hands on her hips, not recognizing that it was Payton until he saw her face.&nbsp; His hands immediately moved from her hips and he seemed mildly embarrassed, though he covered that up pretty well with a smile.<br><strong><br>"Payton.&nbsp; Sorry about that.&nbsp; I hope you enjoy yourself... make sure tomorrow morning is free, ok.&nbsp; Manor, 10am."</strong><br><br>His voice held authority, tinged with the softer compassion that he was known for, especially around his youngest cousin.&nbsp; He nodded to Kenny and continued on, making his way to the bar where Melinda was moving quickly into the crowded dance floor.&nbsp; He wondered if something was wrong when he saw Connor.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; There was a face he never thought he'd see again.&nbsp; Again, he bumped into someone on his way to the bar... a man sitting at a table.&nbsp; Jeez, this place was crowded tonight.&nbsp; He bumped the younger looking guy (Nick), offering the guy an apologetic smile.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sorry... crowded."</strong><br><br>He reached into his pocket and pulled out a laminated card, handing it to Nick.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Here, take this as my apology.&nbsp; Your next drink is on the house.&nbsp; Just give it to the bartender."</strong><br><br>He patted the guy's shoulder and nodded, continuing on to the bar where Jinni and the others were seated.&nbsp; He offered a nod and a smile to each of them, including Connor, Jacqueline and Angel.<br><br><strong>"Hey, everyone!&nbsp; I hope all is well and everyone is enjoying themselves."</strong><br><br>He glanced at Jinni and gave her a hesitant but genuine smile... damn it all, she looked beautiful tonight.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:03:17</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">Who’s your designer?<br>Tagging Tray or Others ;)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><br>Austin felt the vibration in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Tray was in the club. Austin cleared his phone and shoved it back in his pocket, taking a swig of beer and setting the glass down. He would continue to hide the memories from the day and being with Tray would make it all the easier. Austin knew that Tray had this mysterious way of almost reading him. Tray could almost empathically talk with Austin about his problems and then somehow get Austin to move past them.<br><br>Before Austin was able to turn around the empty seat next to him was occupied and a voice whispered into his ear.<br><br>It was as though the music muted momentarily and the people around him vanished. Austin not only heard Tray, but felt the warm breath against his ear. He smelled familiar scents Austin so easily recognized. Tray and leather, an interesting combination. However of all the senses it was the voice that caused a shiver to go down Austin’s neck, shoulder and arm. Austin wiggled his fingers to get rid of the sensation. He didn’t need that kind of distraction.<br><br>Cocking his right lip he half-smiled and then disappeared as he turned to face Tray. “Ah damn, I thought you were Brie.” Austin feigned disappointment, but was never very good at it and ended up fully smiling. “Maybe I missed ya a little.” He admitted. Leaning back he looked Tray up and down in an inspection.<br><br>“Nice jacket.” One eyebrow raised in interest. He had to admit it looked better on Tray than on him. Austin motioned for the bartender to get another beer. After the day Austin had Tray was a sight for sore eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br>Tray was grinning widely, but it turned into a mock pout as Austin joked about thinking he was Brie.&nbsp; He gave Austin a playful punch on the arm, even as he started laughing, watching through mirth filled eyes as his friend smiled.&nbsp; His reply caused him to grin mischievously, and he tapped the bar with his knuckles, the other coming out of his pocket to rest on Austins shoulder.&nbsp; He gave it a squeeze, taking note of the familiar muscles underneath.&nbsp; There was a tenseness there, and he cocked his head to the side, making a note to ask about it when he got the chance.&nbsp; His eyes swung back towards his friend, just as he caught the comment about the jacket.&nbsp; He shrugged, his grin not disappearing, and he reached up to run a hand through his hair, his grin widening.<br><br>"<strong>I grabbed it on accident, I hope you don't mind.</strong>"&nbsp; He didn't really think Austin would really mind, since he never trashed his things, and always returned them clean and in good shape.&nbsp; He playfully lifted it and took an exaggerated&nbsp; sniff, smelling the clear bold scent of his best friend on the garment.<br><br>"<strong>Although it does smell like you bro, maybe the chicks will dig it?</strong>"&nbsp; His attention was caught by the bartender as he brought another beer, he snagged it and took a long pull from it, smacking his lips in exaggerated refreshment.&nbsp; If he had just snagged his friends fresh beer, he wasn't a lick sorry for it.&nbsp; After a moment longer, his face turned a bit serious, and he slung an arm around his best friend.<br><br>"<strong>Hey, I do need to talk to you for a bit, maybe we should get a private booth?</strong>"&nbsp; He had been thinking about the state of his finances lately, and although he worked all the time, keeping his apartment was looking increasingly unlikely.&nbsp; His lease was coming up to, so he had decided he'd ask if he could move back in with Austin.&nbsp; He didn't really think the other man would mind, they had lived together before, but he didn't want to assume anything, just in case Austin didn't like the idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 03:40:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Bar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Paisley, Brie </div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>And somehow, in the space of a heartbeat Angelo found himself up to his eyeballs in Pretty. Pretty here, Pretty there. Oh me oh my, Pretty everywhere. And he wasn't remotely ashamed to admit that he loved being the center of attention...however breifly...in the midst of such overwhelming Pretty. <br><br>"Jinni, Jinni, Jinni...your obsession with this 'other man' of yours is entirely forgiven. &nbsp;" he joked with her, but mindful not to actually say a name since he did not know for sure if her friends knew about her feelings for Wyatt. He wasn't going to <em>completely</em> out her. Just enough to make her blush. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5777785#msg5777785">Quote from: Caela on 26-01-2012, 03:25:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Flashing everyone a grin she waved to the bartender, "Since we have a new friend here the first round of shots is on me, I'll take a tequilla," she told the bartender before looking at everyone else, "Order up, it's rude to make a girl (even family!) drink alone!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He had decided to tone down his drinking, but when a lovely young lady says the round is on her, well you take it. Hell he had found throughout his life that it's almost always a good idea to take anything a lovely young lady offers you. Unless they're one of your students. That just ends bad. And he could not deny the stonecold and irrefutable truth that Paisley had remarkable taste in liquor. It looked she was here to let loose a bit which reminded him...that's why he was here tonight too!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5778623#msg5778623">Quote from: Caeli on 26-01-2012, 05:56:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Brie waited for Jinni and Paisley to finish their introductions and greetings before she said her hellos. <strong>"Hi, Jinni - its been a while. Lucky me, I came back from our tour just in time for an unofficial get-together at P3."</strong> To Angel, she nodded and raised her own glass (of non-alcoholic cider, of course) slightly in greeting. <strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Angel - though if you don't mind my saying, you don't look much like the traditional cherubs."</strong> She winked to convey her good-natured teasing.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He turned to the other beautiful creature he found himself thrown together with and chuckled at her playful teasing. "Yes, sadly you just missed my cupid phase. You have no idea how adorable I was in diapers. " he said, utterly oblivious to the fact he was in the prescence of at least one half-cupid. <br><br>Leaning forward he adapted a conspiratorial tone and added "And you never will! I burned the evidence!" <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5778623#msg5778623">Quote from: Caeli on 26-01-2012, 05:56:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"So if you're new to the club scene, Angel, what brought you to P3 tonight? Most people would try one of the bigger places in downtown, first."</strong> Brie really wanted to ask about Jinni's comment, about Angel chasing rule-breaking teenagers and hiding behind a desk - but with Paisley living it up at the bar and seemingly on her way to tearing up the dance floor, it didn't seem like the right time to introduce more serious conversation.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Leaning back, he smirked and drained his Tequila shot, enjoying the burn as it coursed down his throat and toward his belly. "Oh, i'm working my way up to the big places. Have to lose the training wheels before I'm ready to go for a motorcycle afterall. " he said with a grin. <br><br>"Joking aside though, i've heard good things about this place. And so far the rumors have proven quite reliable. &nbsp;" he said with an apprecciative nod to the three ladies...four with the new arrival of yet another lovely young thing named Melinda whom he smiled at politely.<br><br>****<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5779936#msg5779936">Quote from: Caela on 26-01-2012, 15:14:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Downing her shot of tequila a fresh smile curved Lee's lips when the lovely, though unknown, woman came up to the bar and spoke to them. The woman's voice had a lovely lilt to it that spoke of being something more than just a San Francisco native. If she hadn't spent so much time down in Chinatown buying herbs she wouldn't have been able to place that slight lilt in the voice. Recognizing it though just made her smile warmer. She enjoyed the flurry of Chinatown almost as much as she did her sister's club. The reminder of one of her favorite places certainly didn't hurt her first impression of the woman.<br><br>&lt;Respectful Snippage&gt;<br><br>"Actually, I'm pretty regular here yes," she admitted, turning her attention back to the woman. "My name's Lee, and these are my cousins, Brie and Melinda, my older sister's best friend Jinni, and her new friend Angelo," she said pointing everyone out in turn. "My sister owns the place so we're all pretty regular around here and yes, it's usually pretty busy. PJ does a great job booking talented DJ's and bands to keep the crowds coming back," she said, happy to praise her older sister even if they had their own issues. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He arched a mildly impressed brow to see the relatively petite young woman drain her Tequila like a pro. She didn't strike him as the 'party girl' type, but she could certainly handle her tequila. "Now that is impressive Paisley. I swear it took me a good ten years before I could take a shot of Tequila without weeping like a child."<br><br>Now if things went very very well tonight, then there was a good chance that thirty years from now, when he sat down to speak to his grandchildren about how he met their grandmother...preferably with a bare minimal of flashbacks...he would make sure to pat himself on the back for NOT sayinf 'weep like a little girl'. Gender Neutral terms. A great way to avoid castration in a new post-feminist America. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5779936#msg5779936">Quote from: Caela on 26-01-2012, 15:14:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"This seat's taken," she said firmly. If Mel chose to listen to him and let him back into their lives then she'd let the cold in her eyes thaw, but until then she'd be colder than an ice age. This man (handsome though he might be) had hurt her family. For Lee that was nearly unforgivable. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He was just getting ready to formally introduce himself to the new Pretty going by the name of Melly when the temperature in the room dropped below zero. Yikes! He glanced between Paisley, Melly, and the new young man. He recognizes that he doesn't know the whole story here...and there clearly is one. But he still moves from his place in the bar and takes a few steps toward Paisley, to be in position to intercede if things get out of hand. Drama and Bars rarely mix together well. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5780788#msg5780788">Quote from: LunarSage on 26-01-2012, 19:58:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He patted the guy's shoulder and nodded, continuing on to the bar where Jinni and the others were seated.&nbsp; He offered a nod and a smile to each of them, including Connor, Jacqueline and Angel.<br><br><strong>"Hey, everyone!&nbsp; I hope all is well and everyone is enjoying themselves."</strong><br><br>He glanced at Jinni and gave her a hesitant but genuine smile... damn it all, she looked beautiful tonight.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And then there was a new guy who...if he had to guess from the longing gaze...was probably Wyatt. And though in warmer climates he would have been heavily inclined to give Wyatt a proper greeting he glanced somewhat apprehensively back at the blonde Glacier staring hate-shaped knives through Connor's face. Wow. He idly tried to remember if he'd ever pissed off a woman...or her family...enough to get a stare like that. <br><br>Ick. Bad memories. Bad, bad, bad. Go away now. He glanced breifly back at Wyatt and nodded politely...he didn't want to be rude...before shifting his eyes back to the others and wondering if he should do something to break the ice. "So...Paisley, yes? Jinni seems all danced out. Would you care to join me on the floor? "<br><br>There. The proactive approach. Head off the Paisley-Icebergh before it crashes into the Connor-Titanic and that god-awful song starts playing. Then some jerks screams out he's the king, and it all goes to hell. This must be avoided at all costs. He tilted his head and offered his hand with a faint smile he added a hushed "Don't worry. We'll be close enough for you to break a chair over his head if he overstays his welcome. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 03:48:41</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">What’s mine is yours…<br>Tagging Tray or Others ;)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><br>Austin caught himself from leaning into Tray’s squeeze, needing the touch to remove tension he carried. “Nah, I don’t mind. What’s mine is yo...” Austin’s comment disappeared as he watched Tray grab his beer and begin to down it. “Dude, not the beer.” Austin snickered as he shook his head and motioned for the bartender to bring another one. <br><br>Money didn’t mean that much to Austin, he didn’t have a lot but didn’t need a lot. It was technically just him, though more and more he found Tray in the mix. He made a fair salary as a cop and it kept him satisfied and Tray didn’t have a lot of needs. Finding Tray crashing on his sofa, wearing his clothes, or snatching his beer did often make Austin wonder why all these other relatives lived up in some big house and Tray was left to scrounge on his own.<br><br>Regardless, Austin wasn’t materialistic and didn’t own much. He had a small loft condo. It wasn’t anything huge, but it suited him. Industrial, clean, sparse. He had his car and he had a bike. A motorcycle bike. He didn’t need much else other than food and the occasional beer.<br><br>“My jacket’s a little big for you. You gotta put some bulk on if ya want to net some chicks.” Austin had Tray’s weight beat by a good 40 pounds, but Tray had a little height on Austin. It worked out in the end.<br><br>Austin’s third beer was delivered and he grabbed it before Tray’s fingers could reach it. “Private?” Austin’s right eyebrow cocked again. “You aren’t gonna tell me you’ve got cancer or something?” He returned a serious look to Tray. Before he got an answer Austin looked over Tray’s shoulder and he motioned to an empty booth. He gave up the bar stool and escorted Tray over to the more private area and sat down.<br><br>“What’s on your mind kid?” Austin asked as he took a swig of beer to prepare for the news.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 08:57:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Connor Andrews</span></div><div align="center">Tag Mel, any</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Put foot in mouth instead of brain in gear says the clumsy bear</span></div><br>Connor looked at Paisley there was no mistaking the look, he'd seen it before, too many times in fact. <br><br>He also heard the unknown female speaking Chinese recognising the word bear and corn, he no idea what else had been said , his Chinese was limited and that was putting it nicely , still he did know one proverb that seemed rather apt "bīngdòngsān chǐ fēi yī rì zhī hán" he said in reply. <br><br>He was under no illusion that he'd butchered the language and so he hoped that he had said 'A single day of sub-zero temperature is not enough to create three feet of ice'...but for all he knew he'd just complemented her on her lack of acne and wondering if she gave private lap dances....certainly he hadn't used this particular proverb for almost two years , it was the counter sign during an op in China , an op that he'd prefer to forget ever happened not least because their contact not only had a massively protective nature with regards to his language but because their contact had changed sides without informing His Majesty's Government which would explain why they had spent two months playing hide and seek with two divisions of 'the peoples army' as his troop made there way out of China without the planned pickup. <br><br>Wyatt appearred all smiles and Connor wondered if his mother had been right it wasn't beyond him to repair the damage , he glanced behind and saw Melly in the center of the dance floor attracting looks from several males ...the repair would begin and end with her.<br><br>"It was nice seeing you again " Connor said "Maybe next time " with that he turned and walked into the dance floor coming up behind Melinda as the music faded away.<br><br>"I should have said goodbye , your family deserved at least that and you definitely did, for that I'm sorry " Connor paused for a few moments "and I know what you did for my mother for that I'll always be grateful" his voice sincere when he added&nbsp; "If I could wipe away all the tears I caused you I would ,but I can't wish the past away , I don't have any way to make you see I never cheated on you, when it ended between us I couldn't be near you and not be near you the way it used to be" the music started up again " I never stopped loving you that's why it still hurts...Goodbye Melinda" with that Connor turned and began to walk away.<br><br>In a way he was relieved but equally he'd once again walked away from the woman he loved and once again he felt like a total fool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 10:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cb/Charmed_Helen_%28100d%29.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>passing the time before joining tray and austin...</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» paisley . wyatt . angelo . tragan </span></span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Charmed_brianne_c.png)</div> Brie downed her shot without so much as a second blink, enjoying the way the alcohol warmed her insides. She tossed some of her hair out of her face as she returned the shot glass to the bartender, passing him a bill underneath. He winked and served her up another glass of cider. Brie, unused to the feeling of alcohol in her system, sipped slowly at her cider while she followed the path of the alcohol's heat, spreading from her core and making its way through her limbs.<br><br>Before she could do more than take a couple of sips, several things happened - a woman who turned out to be a female cop slid up next to them at the bar (at one point inadvertently flashing her badge and gun holster), and an incredibly familiar-looking guy walked up to say hello to Melinda. Brie couldn't place him, at first, until her cousin coolly returned the greeting.<br><br><em>Connor? Didn't he go off to England years ago, when things went south?</em> If she remembered correctly, there had been some huge falling out between Melinda and her boyfriend, and he'd even had the gall to leave without a word... Brie couldn't remember what about, but from Paisley's icy reaction and icier shoulder, it had probably broken all sorts of trust between the two of them. <em>Lying, cheating, or stealing, probably.</em><br><br>This was one of those times when Brie regretted not being as close to the other two branches of the Halliwell family - you missed a lot, only seeing them once every few weeks or months. Before she'd gone off to college, she hadn't wanted to strain her relationship with her father even more by visiting the others. After her first year at Stanford, though, she'd begun reconnecting with everyone, visiting whenever she was back in the city and making sure to use her minutes, her unlimited text messaging plan, and her email to keep in touch.<br><br><strong>"Wyatt."</strong> Brie's relief was well-hidden, but it colored the tailing edge of his name. Connor took off after Melinda towards the dance floor, leaving the cop (Jack?), the darkly handsome Angel, Jinni, Paisley, and Brie at the bar with the oldest Halliwell cousin. <strong>"Things are great. I was out on the dance floor earlier... awesome DJ tonight. Prue always manages to snag the best ones when they come into town."</strong> Having gone to almost every club in San Francisco at least once or twice, Brie could say that with more than casual knowledge. Several of them had made appearances at P3 on her recommendation, when she'd met them on tour or worked with them on filming sets. The young woman wondered if Wyatt would ask Jinni to dance, since he was here and Angel's attention was now focused on Paisley, looking like he was trying to find a way to keep the Ice Age from making an appearance right there at the bar. Wyatt could be so dense sometimes. It was obvious to anyone from the way the two looked at each other that they both liked each other. <br><br><strong><em>"So...Paisley, yes? Jinni seems all danced out. Would you care to join me on the floor?"</em></strong><br><br>Hearing the question, Brie shifted just in time to hear Paisley get the lucky invitation to dance with Angel. Brie couldn't help but watch enviously as he extended his hand to her cousin, but she helped the younger woman out of her seat, giving Paisley's shoulders a warm squeeze before taking the seat she had vacated, next to Jack.<br><br><strong>"Don't break too many hearts out there, Paisley!"</strong> Brie said with a cheerful wave and a sharp wolf whistle. She felt a little disappointed that he hadn't asked her, but the disappointment passed. She knew Jaxom was still at P3, charming any number of girls out on the dance floor, and Brie didn't care if she danced stag or with complete strangers - it was fun no matter the company, and it was sometimes easier to let go of all her stresses and worries when she was alone. Maybe she could even see if Austin was up for a song or two, later.<br><br>Glancing unconsciously down the bar at the thought of her old crush, Brie felt a gentle tugging in her chest when she noticed that Tray and Austin had both disappeared, probably into one of the empty booths where the family usually chilled when they weren't at the bar or on the dance floor. She didn't want to interrupt them while Tray talked to Austin - her twin hadn't said anything, but he'd had that look on his face again. How to see them this evening without walking right into the middle of a serious conversation?<br><br>It took a couple of healthy swallows of cider before Brie thought of a plan. Hailing one of the bartenders, Brie pulled two bills from an inside pocket in her blazer as tips. <strong>"When you have a free moment, can you tell one of the waitresses to take a couple of beers over to Tray and Austin for me? My treat. They're over there."</strong> Brie pointed, making sure the bartender spotted them. She grabbed her unused napkin and scribbled a note onto it - <em>I'll be here when you're done talking. ♥ Text me once you've got things sorted.</em> - before handing it to the bartender along with the bills. <strong>"Those are for you and the waitress, as thanks. The napkin is for Tray."</strong> Brie leaned forward to give the cute guy a kiss on the cheek before letting him get back to work.<br><br>That done, she turned to Jack with a cheerful smile, who still had a vague expression of amusement on her face from the Connor-Melinda face off. <strong>"It was a good night for you to come out - DJ Adieu's one of the best mixers this side of the country. Fortunately, the music is loud enough to keep the entire place from witnessing our family drama."</strong> Brie extended her own hand in greeting, rubbing her thumb along the gentle&nbsp; callouses on her fingers and palms out of habit. <strong>"In case you had trouble catching it earlier, I'm Brie."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 16:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Connor<br><em>That wasn't expected...</em><br><br><hr><br>She walked away from him to gain some clarity and prevent herself from enduring a stressful event. Yes, it happened years ago, but the pain was returning like ice congealing her blood together. So Melinda escaped to the happy, dancing bodies of strangers, hoping that their attitude of not giving a damn would rub off her on her. Bodies closed in around her, and then she felt someone shift over behind her as her hips rocked to the beat of a favorite techno song. The song ended, and his voice caressed her ear. No doubt unintentionally, but it was crowded in the club. She jumped, startled, since it was not expected for him to follow her to the dance floor. <br><br>Melinda turned around to glare at him, all mask of pleasant cordialness gone from her eyes. His words meant nothing to her since it was obvious that she wasn’t worth a good-bye after all they’d been through together. Conner and she practically grew up together. If one of them wasn’t at the others house, then they were out in the city together. Her mouth felt dry as she lowered her eyes away from his since anger was quickly becoming replaced by that treacherous sadness. The same sadness that nearly crippled her when she found out he wasn’t gone on some silly trip that might last a few days. Of course, in a teenage rage, she destroyed all their physical memories together. Pictures. Gifts. Yet memories refused to leave her mind. <br><br>Strength and fury returned to her at his words. <em>If I could wipe away all the tears…</em> Tears. She did not hear the rest of his words since she damn well wouldn’t spill more tears over him tonight. At the end of the day, the fact still remained that he left her. His excuses meant nothing. <em>I never stopped loving you.</em> The audacity of Connor Andrews was appalling. He dared to say that he still loved her after all these years before turning to walk away from her. Melinda’s fingers clenched together into a small fist as her eyes glared at his back. He was walking away from her...again. Before she knew what she was doing, her feet propelled her forward after him, moving as silently as wolf following the scent of blood. She waited until he was outside of the P3’s door before speaking his name softly. <br><br>If he turned around or not, Melinda’s hand was aimed for his head so he would either get a slap in the face or in the back of the head. "Don't you ever show your face around here again." She hissed the words softly at him, completely uncaring of those waiting outside in the line. "You're not welcomed here or any other other Halliwell businesses." Practically shaking with rage, she turned away from him to head back inside of the club. More than likely, she would regret giving him any sort of negative reaction in the morning, but for now it felt good to release that pent-up anger. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 01:49:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Connor Andrews</span></div><div align="center">Tag Mel</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">feel better ? good!, now its my turn</span></div><br>He'd turned as the slap came in hitting his cheek flush, he was by nature calm ,to raise his ire took real effort or the issue really mattered. There was no doubting Melly's anger but her words were truly revealing.<br><br>Connor laughed. <br><br>" I get it now, for years I couldn't understand why you never accepted my word over the word of whoever told you I was cheating on you" Connor raised his voice uncaring that a crowd now stood fixated on the two of them.<br><br>"Now I know ...you can't deal with it , with us,....you had a perfect relationship you had someone who loved you because he found you an incredible person and we dreamed of our life together didn't we ...kids , our own place exploring the world together but it was too perfect for you , there had to be something wrong and you found it when some prat told you I was cheating on you"<br><br>Connor knew his face was getting red as anger overtook him " You think you have the market cornered on getting hurt...you don't Melinda , you destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me, because it was easier for you to believe I cheated than to accept you got lied to" his body shook now "you know whats worse then being cheated on , whats worst than being betrayed like that...its having the one person you trusted , the one person you loved above all else believe you screwed around on her when you didn't and nothing you say means anything to her"<br><br>Connor shook his head almost resigned he'd released on her and that hadn't been his finest moment, his mother would be horrified . "Fine you banned me from any Halliwell property ...guess what I don't pissing care...I came back and admitted my mistakes but you, you'll never admit yours....enjoy your life Melinda"<br><br>With that Connor turned a lot of thunder on his face masking the devastation in his heart whatever remote chance might have existed that he'd be with her again ,seemed dead and buried now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 03:04:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angelo, Jake, Jinni, Wyatt, Brie, Connor<br><br><hr><br>Focused on Connor she didn't see Wyatt come up at first. From behind her she heard a string of Mandarin and a small smile curved her lips. Her Cantonese was better from the time she spent in Chinatown and classes she'd taken over the years, but she could pick out just enough of the Mandarin to know the proverb that Jake muttered...or at least to suspect she did. She could be wrong, but, given the situation, she didn't think she was.&nbsp; She didn't respond to it but Connor did, earning a fresh scowl from Paisley. <br><br>Just what did that ass think he was doing coming anywhere nearly a Halliwell anyway? <br><br>Watching him move away she blinked and slid her leg from the stool she'd been barring him from sitting on, only then noticing Wyatt who she flashed a smile at, her entire demeanor changing in the space of a heartbeat, "Hey cousin, have a seat!" she offered with a small smirk on her lips. <br><br>Turning her gaze to Angelo she flashed an admiring grin up at the large man, "Tequila has always been my shot of choice, leave me all warm and fuzzy inside," she admitted. <br><br>Hearing him say Jinni was danced out she laughed and shook her head gently, knowing full well that was an excuse. Jinni could dance the night away if she chose too, but Lee wasn't going to turn down his offer. And apparently if she'd had a mind to, Brie wasn't going to let her. Before she could respond, her cousin was all but pushing her into the tall mans arms making her laugh and link her arm with his. <br><br>"I'd love to dance," she said and as they moved to the floor, and he mentioned staying close enough for her to smack Connor with a chair she grinned up at him, a slightly dark glimmer in her eyes as she pulled him down so she could speak in his ear without having to scream over the music, "A Halliwell has far better ways of dealing with a man than smacking him in the head with a chair!"<br><br>With a smirk she slid her hand into his and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. Mel was perfectly capable of handling Connor, or of coming back for help if he got out of hand. Spinning to face Angelo she let a slow smile curve her lips as she danced close, but without touching him, "So Angelo, tell just who you are," she said with a soft laugh so that the question would sound less ominous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 06:17:19</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 Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie, Paisley and Wyatt.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack's brows rose slightly as several things seemed to happen in quick succession.&nbsp; Connor and Melinda departed out of her sight - and by the looks on their faces - they likely intended to share words that neither wanted to hear.&nbsp; She'd been surprised that the man both understood, and replied to her words in Mandarin, but that was neither here nor there.&nbsp; As her target was to convince these witches to help her - it wouldn't make terribly much sense to converse with him.&nbsp; Though, it had been a lingering thought.&nbsp; <br><br>She returned the smile Paisley shot and watched as with quick work, departed to dance with the beautiful man in their acquaintance whom had been with the other woman, Jinni.&nbsp; She gave a wave, was startled by the appearance of what could only be described as a blond, handsome giant - whom was packing enough power to steal her breath.&nbsp; <em>Twice blessed.</em>&nbsp; It brought home rapidly just what her father's plans had been for her - and a faint shiver traced down her spine.&nbsp; Jacqueline would fall on her own sword first, without a moments hesitation.&nbsp; She smiled in return and ducked her head slightly in her own nod.&nbsp; "Evening.&nbsp; I am ... not acquainted at all with your family except by reputation.&nbsp; I've heard rather a lot about you - Mr. Halliwell - and your club.&nbsp; It is a lovely place."<br><br>It was then that she took Brie's hand, whom had seemed to do something kind for a pair of men across the room.&nbsp; "DJ Adieu? Adieu is French for good bye.&nbsp; What a strange stage name, but I suppose if it makes him happy, I couldn't argue."&nbsp; Her dark eyes flicked between the pretty Brie, and what she believed to be her cousin, Wyatt.&nbsp; Siblings had a different feeling between them, and while she'd never ended up with any - her uncle, Sam Huang, had taught her plenty about relationships - not to mention the children of the Charmed ones.<br><br>Which of course made her that much more suspicious of her father's motives.&nbsp; She didn't mind the callouses on Brie's hands, as she had plenty enough of her own.&nbsp; "I did hear your name, Lee told me what it was before she left.&nbsp; I never forget names - or faces - of anyone once I have heard them.&nbsp; A handy ability in my line of work - but thankfully for the evening - I am not on duty."&nbsp; <br><br>She flicked back her jet black waves of hair, which slid slowly down her back, and she found her hand again touching along the strange, slivering scar along her jawline.&nbsp; "My name is ... well, it is actually Jacqueline, but no one on the force bothers with the mouthful of it, which is why I am used to introducing myself as Jack.&nbsp; I sometimes feel bad for them when they hear Inspector Jack Blakesley, and they get me instead of a tall, handsome man."&nbsp; Her laughter was soft, but loud enough to be heard over the noise of the club.<br><br>"Brie must be shorter for another name?&nbsp; It is pretty, what ever it is."&nbsp; Her black eyes danced with reserved warmth that - might - have looked familiar if any of them had any dealings with either two places: Magic School, or a certain Apothecary shop in Chinatown.&nbsp; While her family was not Cantonese like the much of the rest of the San Francisco population, they had made it their home.&nbsp; In truth, its likely she'd have died without her uncle's help.&nbsp; She raised both of her hands in mock defence.&nbsp; "I promise I am not here in any official capacity."&nbsp; The smile that followed was bright and pleasant.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 09:54:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Bar to Dancefloor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Paisley, Brie, Anyone </div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>Cousin? Another one of these Haliwells? My but this was a large family. Now that the Connor-Catastrophe was averted he gave Wyatt a more friendly greeting and handshake. "Sir. Ladies. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your cousin for a little while. " <br><br>He put just a little extra charm in his smile for Jinni and Brie, before moving out to the dance floor with the lovely Lee. He chuckled at her warm and fuzzy comment. He supposed it had the same effect on him, though he was far too manly to ever admit such a thing aloud. Oh yes, too manly by far. <br><br>Once they were out on the floor he grinned idly as he moved in closer. "Oh I can imagine. I'm starting to think there may be enough in your clan to zerg-rush the poor boy. " Now, let the record reflect that a man with his physique and skillset doesn't develope such things by sitting at home playing videogames and watching TV. But you spend enough time around teens, and you start to pick up some of their unique language traits. Thus, his use of 'zerg-rush'. <br><br>He gave her a wry smile, and gave her a little twirl on the floor...because nothing shows a beautiful woman off on the floor like a spin. And he's yet to meet a beautiful woman who doesn't enjoy being shown off at least a little. He brought her back in close, synching the pattern of his hips with hers as they danced. "Me? Oh i'm boring. No legion of cousins. No silky blonde hair. Just a man who likes to cook, and dance, and definitely isn't gay. Promise." He managed to keep a serious look on his face for all of two and a half seconds. <br><br>Like Jinni before she might note the slightly rough texture of the skin on his hands whenever they touched her skin. The hands of a man accustomed to physical activity."And you? What do you do when you're not fixing men with one of the most bonechillingly menacing stares i've ever seen? " He had to wonder what a woman who stares at a man like that is capable of. Probably bad, and scary things. Maybe he was playing with fire here, however sweet and cheerful she seemed now. What the hell? Fire is all kinds of fun to play with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Connor<br><em>That wasn't expected...</em><br><br><hr><br>The last thing she expected to hear from Connor was laughter. Was this all some type of big joke to him? It made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a scowl appeared on her face. She shook her head in shock as he brought up one of the reasons for their failed relationship. Melinda took a threatening step towards him as her hand raised again as if she intended on punching him this time rather than slapping. Her fingers clenched together as she lowered her arm down, but her stare remained on his eyes, which now shone with anger. Why in hell was he angry? “I was young, Connor. Maybe if you weren’t grinning in the face of that bit…girl, I wouldn’t have believed it so easily.” <br><br>It was her turn to laugh, only it came out more cynical than any sound she’d imagined possible. “Perfect? Nothing’s perfect, Connor. Obviously, it wasn’t perfect enough if at the first sign of trouble you turned and ran like a coward.” Each enunciation of perfect was said with a heavy dose of sarcasm as if she intended to spit the word out of her mouth like some foul tasting food. She recalled those discussions of their planned futures. Names for future children. What of load of shit from a monkey's ass. <br><br><em>You destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me.</em> Melinda’s mouth dropped open since she couldn’t believe that he was trying to minimize his hand in their fall. “That’s the only thing you can pin on me, huh? Tell me, Connor, what’s worse? The fact that you left without leaving even a note. That you didn’t bother to even send a letter over all these years. That you didn’t come home when my mother or even your father passed away. How’s that for betrayal? You didn’t love me. I was nothing more than some naive…” She paused unable to say the words that screamed in her mind as she fought the urge to just hit since speaking was becoming difficult. "Passing person in your life." It should have been easy for her to just forgive him to get it over with, but the grudge against him stuck like superglue. Her fingers rose to rub her fingers against the sides of her head. All of this was nonsense. Pure nonsense. "Enjoy your life as well, Mr. Andrews. Now get out of my face."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Party ti--uh, what?! Leaving? Ugh...</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Kenny, Wyatt, Anyone</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton was having a good time just letting go. She moved naturally to the music and though she was nowhere near as gifted as her cousin Brie, she was certainly no slouch either. Kenny was dancing with her, though really he was doing more watching than dancing but she didn't mind. She was just glad to see him having a good time too. Lost in the beat and loving it, she wasn't really paying much attention to others around her. Kenny's demeanor changed ever so slightly, so it should have been a warning but when Wyatt nearly bumped into her, grabbing onto her hips out of reflex, she was just as surprised as he was. <br><br><strong>“Oh!”</strong> She turned and grinned when she realized it was him, pressing back against Kenny for a moment. <strong>“Hey Wyatt.”</strong> Her grin was more amused than anything given the circumstances.<br><br>She couldn't really hear him over the music but she did manage to catch the major key words by reading his lips. <strong>“Manor. 10 am. Gotcha.”</strong> She nodded and gave him a thumbs up before returning to her dancing. As long as her boss didn't decide to pull her out of bed in the morning, she'd be there anyhow so it was all good to her. <br><br>She had just gotten back into the music when she glanced over to find Kenny reading a message on his phone. She got the sinking feeling that her night was about to go downhill watching the scowl deepening on his face. Concerned she reached up and brushed her fingers over the crease between his brows. The touch had the desired effect and he looked away from the screen, his expression softening some but then she could see it coming. <br><br>Tugging him down to her level she spoke near his ear. <strong>“Kenneth Mitchell don't you dare.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I'm sorry Belle. I gotta go take care of something.”</strong> His arms came around her, hugging her to him.<br><br><strong>“What?! You're just gonna leave me here?” </strong><br><br><strong>“I don't...”</strong> He started to say he didn't want to go but changed his mind, <strong>“I gotta. Your family is here. You'll be okay. If not, call me when you're ready to go and I'll come get you. But I gotta run.”</strong> He kissed her forehead and left her before she could even get started with her questions. <br><br>Payton considered chasing after him, if only to punch him in the arm for abandoning her but instead she just watched him go. Once he was out of sight she wrapped her arms around herself and debated going over to the bar where she figured at least one of her cousins would be but somehow that didn't appeal to her so she just turned and pushed deeper into the crowd on the dance floor to dance away her disappointment. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 02:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br>Tray watched Austin snag up the beer that was placed in front of them, and lifted an eye brow, a small twitch of smile appearing on his face, before he went serious again.&nbsp; He knew Austin didn't mind him stealing his beer, and he wasn't guilty or anything, but by the end of the night, he'd end up buying a round to, which was more than okay with him.&nbsp; <br><br>“<em>Private?[...]You aren’t gonna tell me you’ve got cancer or something?</em>”&nbsp; He followed his friend over to a private booth, his eyes looking around the club.&nbsp; He saw something going on with his cousins, but allowed his gaze to slide away from them.&nbsp; He'd ask Brie about it later, but he had something important to talk about with Austin, and he couldn't afford his attention to be split in other directions.<br><br>“<em>What’s on your mind kid?</em>”&nbsp; His eyes swung back to Austin, and he shook his head, apparently he had less success at paying attention than he thought he had.<br><br>"<strong>What?&nbsp; Oh, yeah, no I mean no, I don't have cancer, it's nothing like that.</strong>"&nbsp; He blinked, and took another pull from his beer, setting it down, before he sat down himself.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Well, you know how we roomed together in college, well I need a place to stay after my lease is up, and I really don't want to live with the rest of the family right now.&nbsp; Think you could use a roommate again?</strong>"&nbsp; He wasn't particularly worried that Austin would turn him down, but he still felt a bit nervous.&nbsp; He was supposed to be an adult now, but he didn't particularly feel that way at the moment.<br><br>After he had finished talking, a pretty little waitress walked over, handing them two more beers.&nbsp; He raised an eyebrow, not sure about accepting them, since he hadn't ordered them, and he was pretty sure that Austin hadn't.&nbsp; And than the girl was flashing him her white teeth, and she slid a napkin across the table to him.&nbsp; He recognized the handwriting immediately, and turned in his seat to flash his twin a thankful look, but couldn't find her in the crowd.&nbsp; Thanking the waitress, he watched her walk away, the sway of her hips catching his attention, before he turned back to Austin, a deviant grin on his face.<br><br>"<strong>The next round is on Brie.</strong>"&nbsp; The grin was still plastered on his face, but he was still nervous, not completely sure what Austin would say next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 04:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Charmed_helen_b.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>did curiosity ever kill the cat?</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» jacqueline </span></span><br><hr><br><strong><em>"DJ Adieu? Adieu is French for good bye.&nbsp; What a strange stage name, but I suppose if it makes him happy, I couldn't argue."</em></strong><br><br>Brie grinned at the comment and nodded to confirm the other woman's thoughts. <strong>"I had the pleasure of working with him a year ago in Los Angeles. He said that when he first became a mixer and DJ, he wanted his stage name to reflect his feelings about dancing and music, namely letting go of your control and giving yourself to the music. Saying goodbye to your inhibitions. It really shows in the way he picks his songs and his beats, if you listen closely and watch him when he's up there. It's what makes him a good DJ - he connects with his music and helps the dancers, the listeners, and everyone in the club connect with the music, too."</strong><br><br>Jack's hands were calloused, too - from what, Brie couldn't even hazard a guess, but it meant that she was probably not a desk jockey, or at the very least kept herself in shape by going to the gym. Brie's own hands were calloused from dancing and working out. Her break dancing, which put her hands in contact with the floor most often, was just slightly more improved than abysmal, but she agreed that it was important for her to at least try other styles of dance, even if she wasn't any good. And who knew? Maybe one day she would get the hang of it.<br><br>When the policewoman touched her fingertips to her jaw, Brie could just make out an unusual scar that looked almost silver. <em>Must be the lighting... or the alcohol,</em> Brie told herself; she was intimately familiar with scars, scrapes, and bruises, and none she'd ever seen had that almost shiny sheen to it.<br><br><strong><em>"My name is ... well, it is actually Jacqueline, but no one on the force bothers with the mouthful of it, which is why I am used to introducing myself as Jack.&nbsp; I sometimes feel bad for them when they hear Inspector Jack Blakesley, and they get me instead of a tall, handsome man."</em></strong> Brie couldn't help but laugh at Jack's explanation for her nickname, and the kind of reactions it elicited from those who expected a male officer rather than a woman. Even though the club was moderately noisy, she could hear the soft laughter that spilled from Jack's lips.<br><br>Having her own name remarked on, Brie couldn't help but return an ever-suffering, sheepish smile at her conversation partner. <strong>"Well, nobody mistakes me for a guy, that's for sure... but I use my middle name for the most part, so I usually end up confusing people who expect a Helen and get a Brie instead."</strong> It had been remarkably worse when the dancing master's call for <em>Helen</em> had elicited two piping voices from ballet class, and neither of them ever really knew who he was talking to. That was when when Brie had made the switch to her middle name, and it had stuck ever since. <br><br>Brie thanked Jack when she complimented her name, smiling graciously and playfully gesturing out a bow right there on the bar stool. <strong>"It's short for Brianne. When I first started going by it, people kept messing up my name and calling me Brianna. Some of the bullies, of course, thought it was funny to call me Brian."</strong> Brie made a face; she didn't think much of bullies.<br><br>Though she was curious about what had brought Jack to the bar tonight, Brie only smiled and gave a little shrug - <em>The reason why you're here isn't important</em>, she seemed to say - and took another sip from her glass of cider. Jack&nbsp; didn't seem completely at ease in the loud, energetic environment of P3, and if she wasn't mistaking her eyes, Brie thought she could spy an e-reader cradled carefully in the other woman's lap. Still, it didn't matter why Jack was here... only that she was.<br><br><strong>"Anything interesting been happening in the city these past three weeks?"</strong> Brie asked curiously. If anyone would know, a detective certainly would. <strong>"You don't have to talk about work if you don't want to, of course, and I'm not asking for anything that I couldn't find out reading the paper or watching the news,"</strong> she quickly added. <strong>"I've been away from the city for the past three weeks, and I haven't had much opportunity to keep up with the local going-ons. And you can take your pick, really - politics, economy, the freaky and unusual. Just don't mention anything about actresses, movies, or music - I get enough of that when <em>I</em> work."</strong><br><br>Though Brie didn't know it, her question was eerily timed, especially coming after the body in the alley and the homeless man's death in the back of the cop car. Unaware of where Jack had been before she had come to P3, though, Brie's eyes reflected nothing sinister or suspicious... she was merely curious, in a painfully honest kind of way, with happenstance and synchronicity unwittingly intertwining the lives of the Halliwells and Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 20:16:13</strong>
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				<br><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 bar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> anyone</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>After having been laywaid by a worker with a scheduling conflict, she finally made her way over to the bar where the others that remained were. Prue looked to the barkeeper and asked for a spritzer with lemon before she took in the club floor. There were plenty of people around and the crowd was getting thick. It was likely that she'd need to inform the bouncers, that no more could come in until some left. The DJ played on and kept the place rocking with various hits as usual on weekends. PJ and Wyatt agreed on that one thing, the music, though occasionally she'd have to call up Brie for suggestions. Dance was her cousins specialty, not something that Prudence did. She really didn't dance, which should sound odd for a club owner. <br><br>Taking the drink from the barkeep she looked down the length of the bar and then out to the floor to see a few of them dancing. It seemed like the whole crew was here. She figured the thing with the boy was settled as Wyatt was already back. She watched through the crowd as Payton seemed to walk away from the doorway, saying goodbye to someone maybe? She frowned as her sister seemed a bit upset. PJ walked through the crowd weaving in and around until she reached her youngest sibling and put an arm around her shoulders. <br><br><strong>"Hey Pay... how about you and I go get something to drink? I'm buying."</strong><br><br>The older brunette had left her drink at the bar with the barkeep and gave him a look to inform him that she'd be back for it later. Prue was always seen as the hard worker who had little time for family dinners and such. Wyatt always corralled her in when he saw it happening too often, but she didn't like the memories associated with the Manor. It was one of the main reasons she got her own place. It was no secret that she and her siblings didn't get on as well as they did with others, but she was trying. Especially now that a threat was evolving in San Francisco. She wanted to keep her family safe and if that meant reigning in her own feelings of abandonment then she'd suck it up and give this a go. One thing PJ hadn't taken into consideration was how her sisters would have felt about her just leaving them to live at the manor. Piper was a second mother to her and she felt more at ease in the Manor. The open magical feel of it was comforting. At least until things got to be empty in there after she died.<br><br><em> You can't hide from the world forever Prue.</em><br><br>Her mother's words echoed in her mind as real as the dreams she had. The last time she stayed at the Manor she had such vivid dreams and they still haunted her. Coming back to reality she looked back to Payton and gave her a reassuring smile.<br><br><strong>"Soo.. whatcha say? A little wine spritzer never hurt. Just don't tell the others I gave it to ya. They'll rib me to no end."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 22:30:07</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Wyatt, everyone near</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>Jinni had sat there for some time spaced out in her own thoughts. She had completed the introductions however and left them all to speak with one another afterwards. The lovely ebony haired female had done a lot of dancing and was a little bit tired but overall just deep in her own mind. Sitting on the bar stool she idly stirred her drink with her a straw and stared off toward the crowd. She wasn't looking at any one person or any set group, she just looked like she was in her own world. <br><br>Her deep blue eyes were semi focused as she watched her former dance partner with another of the girls and that inkling feeling in the back of her mind said it was good that way. She needed to follow the mans advice and seek out Wyatt. She needed to step up the game as he wasn't willing to push forward himself. Finally looking away she closed her eyes and shook her head some. The bar area had cleared some of the cousins as they had all dispersed more or less but at the end she saw him. He was looking at her.<br><br><em>Boy I hear you in my dreams....I feel your whisper across the sea....</em><br><br>The lyrics played in her head like they had so many times before and she had to make herself look away. A flush spread over her cheeks highlighting them in a soft pink hue. Jinni then picked up her drink and took a long drawn out sip from it, draining a good quarter of it before setting it back down. This took courage. Liquid courage in some instances. Her mind reeled to different things she could have done to give herself that courage but deep inside that voice came back. It whispered into her ear in a cool less appealing manner than how she heard Wyatt. <br><br>Without a word she slipped from her stool and started over toward the eldest male of the Halliwell clan. Her steps were sure footed, or she thought. Just a few feet away and then someone turned from the dance floor and ran into the lovely gypsy girl. She stumbled over their boots, before catching her heels on another persons shoe and tumbling forward into a guy's arms, as he was dancing. His drink spilled down the front of her dress and her eyes widened with the cold chill of ice that ran down the front and into her cleavage. It was mortifying! Embarrassment didn't begin to cover that! She apologized profusely and stumbled up with their help, along with a few gropes tossed in. Jinni didn't seem to notice however, she was too focused on the Halliwells not seeing her klutzing about. Her face flame red now she broke off into a rush to the ladies room. This was just getting worse by the second. <br><br>Jinni gasped for air as she stood in front of the mirror. Lucky for her, one of hte few times ever, she was alone in the restroom. The image of a man appeared in the mirror and stared back at him. He had dark hair and a handsome face with the most lovely silver eyes she had ever seen. He clucked his tongue a few times and sighed a little.<br><br>"Tsk tsk. Jinni... you have better grace than that. Come now... he'll never want you if you fall over him literally. Make him love you. Do not fall into that emotional trap yourself. It will only cause you more pain and heartache in the end. I'm watching you my sweet."<br><br>The mirror blinked back to where she saw her own face. Not even any time to reply. Her brow furrowed and she looked to the side to see a couple girls come in giggling and smiling. She offered them each a polite smile and then started to cool her face off with a wet paper towel. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 04:07:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Alright. What's wrong with PJ?</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: PJ, Anyone</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Gah! She was so gonna kick that boys ass when she saw him next. She couldn't believe Kenny had actually left her here. Yeah, it wasn't like she couldn't get home but still, rude much?! All the times she had stayed out with him at his little—<em>No. Stop it Pay. He probably has a good reason. He wouldn't ditch you for just anything.</em> She tried to convince herself of that but with the way Kenny had been acting as of late she wasn't so sure. Truthfully she was more worried than mad. She hated to think that he would keep secrets from her but she knew there wasn't much she could do if he didn't want to share. <br><br>Payton was in her own little world when she felt an arm came around her shoulders so she was more than a little startled. She didn't jump or anything but she was momentarily confused. Her head turned and she blinked up at her older sister, just as PJ spoke. A drink? Where were the cameras? Or maybe she meant she'd get Pay a cherry coke? PJ never let her drink here. Like ever. Nor were they exactly close since they were so far apart in age and her sister had moved out of the house so soon. Was there something wrong? <br><br>She hadn't realized she'd already stiffened in anticipation of bad news until PJ's next words eased her tension some. She pushed away her nagging feelings over Kenny and tried to perk up a bit. <strong>“Um... sure.”</strong> She was eying her sister casually, expecting something odd to happen. If demons had been a more regular occurrence in her lifetime she might have suspected them of impersonating her sister. <strong>“You alright Prue?”</strong> her brow arched high in concern though an amused smile still played about her lips as they moved through the crowd. There were times when her oldest sister felt almost like a stranger to her. Still, she did need to talk to the older woman at some point. Tonight was probably not the best time to ask about powers, the book, and summoning mom but at least she could start getting reacquainted.&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 11:08:49</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie and Wyatt.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her brows had raised as the woman called Jinni vanished off to the restroom, likely, after a minor difficulty with a drink and another patron.&nbsp; "You worked with him?&nbsp; That's <em>amazing</em>!&nbsp; I couldn't imagine doing something as fun as that had to have been," Jack replied with her warm, nearly jet black eyes settled on Brie, though occasionally her attention shifted right back to Wyatt.&nbsp; <br><br>"Saying good bye to inhibitions.&nbsp; Something I would only do if the grand ... ah, the balance in my own life could be maintained."&nbsp; Her smile was somewhat awkwardly as she realised she nearly said 'the grand design'.&nbsp; <em>Right, Jack, no slip ups when surrounded by innocents.</em>&nbsp; The lure was almost irresistible being surrounded by at least a few people like her, that understand maybe at least a little bit, what she dealt with every day.&nbsp; Trying to fit in and be normal when she'd appeared to slow her ageing almost a decade prior.&nbsp; <em>Thanks Father, for the little unwanted gift you imparted without asking me, or my mother whether we wanted you.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She found Brie's smile after having her own name remarked upon more than a little charming.&nbsp; Though she likely only chose to be nice in conversing with the Inspector as it seemed the nice thing to do, Jacqueline was certainly grateful to have someone to talk with, if even for a little while.&nbsp; Jack squinted as a mischievous glint gathered in her eyes.&nbsp; "Well, wouldn't you rather be mistaken for Brian or called Helen with four people turning around than compared to French cheese - as a terrible pick up line?" Her tone was more than a little bit dry as she joked lightly.&nbsp; "It's certainly plain you're a dancer.&nbsp; You've grace even in the bow you gave, which" Jack paused and returned it, "I cannot let rest unacknowledged."<br><br>Jack shook her head slightly, eyes still laughing gently.&nbsp; "In all honesty, I do not belong in a place like this - but I was on something of a ... mission of sorts."&nbsp; She waved her e-reader.&nbsp; "I even brought something to do.&nbsp; Lame enough, I know, isn't it?&nbsp; Who brings reading material to a bar with about a million gorgeous men?&nbsp; Me."&nbsp; Clucking her tongue she leaned back on her stool, nearly falling off the back of it, though managing to save herself with a strong grip on the edge of the bar.&nbsp; "Did I mention I am also clumsy in social situations?&nbsp; I'd rather be facing ... criminals, you know?&nbsp; Give me a punch to the nose any day."&nbsp; <em>Or an energy ball to the face</em>, she thought darkly.&nbsp; That was one she'd return the favour of as soon as she found the prick responsible.<br><br>Once Brie mentioned things in San Fransisco it was all she could do not to tell her then and there - as that was the entire reason she'd come here in the first place.&nbsp; "Ehhhh.&nbsp; It's a pain.&nbsp; I'm in the middle of a big case that half of it is the creepiest ... and most unnatural crap I've seen in a good bit.&nbsp; My Captain is on my ass about finding plausible reasons behind crimes that make sense and are explainable to the general populace."&nbsp; Her face grew warm with a blush.&nbsp; "I'm ... not exactly the most popular detective," she confessed then.&nbsp; <br><br>"I deal with closed cases, and all of those crimes that have no logical conclusion."&nbsp; Her lips pressed to a thin line of frustration, as she swept seemingly delicate hands through long, silky black hair, leaving it askew.&nbsp; "Can you imagine what it is like, finding no reason why a body could be completely burned to ash - and have to explain it all to one that doesn't even believe in ... oh, I don't know, take ghosts.&nbsp; My Captain is the most - unfortunately for me - scientific person I have ever met."&nbsp; It was difficult, her line of work, and she was constantly pushed aside because of her interests and strange theories she couldn't exactly help - and generally the guys at work considered her a 'pity date' generally making bets on which newbie would get an interest in her only to be turned off by her 'crazy ideas'.<br><br>She quaffed back her gin and tonic, and stared at the glass in her hand with frustration.&nbsp; It seemed to gleam slightly, warming between her fingers - upon which she immediately put it down; her control had been off, and slipping all evening.&nbsp; Jack turned back to Brie, and took her own turn to smile sheepishly.&nbsp; "Forgive me.&nbsp; I'm sure you hardly want to hear about my stress and frustrations with the Homicide department."&nbsp; A shrug lifted her shoulders lightly, and Jack dusted her hands off, rolling her eyes at herself and the silliness of her annoyance.&nbsp; <br><br>"I rarely talk with anyone about it, as my subsection of the department holds all of five people."&nbsp; Lowering her voice, she continued speaking to Brie a bit more quietly so that she wouldn't be overheard by the wrong person.&nbsp; "We're the types that psychics come to when they have tips and things - and to this day I've not had a single lead that actually panned out."&nbsp; <em>Other than her own scrying and witchcraft</em>, though Jack could hardly say <em>that</em> out loud.&nbsp; It would hardly be very politically astute.&nbsp; No, best to reveal things a bit at a time, and get the thought in Brie's head with the drop of a word here and there if she could manage it.&nbsp; "On a current case I have - I'm concerned and if I follow the pattern, I'll be out of time to actually stop the next ... victim from meeting their end."&nbsp; <em>The next witch, that is.</em>&nbsp; She couldn't say that either.&nbsp; <br><br>Her laughter that followed was somewhat stiff, as she looked Brie in the eye with a compassionate, friendly expression that was optimistic despite her difficulties.&nbsp; "Tell me I've not ruined your day, as it's my problem, you know?&nbsp; Most importantly, tell me if I've rambled on too much."&nbsp; She shot a sheepish smile at the what seemed to be a pleasant conversation partner.&nbsp; The music had changed as they chatted to a version of an old song (http://youtu.be/Hvkc2yd1YSU) she was fond of.&nbsp; Swaying side to side, Jack sang along with the beginning in a low voice with a smoky timbre that while wasn't the most lovely, had a striking quality to it.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Well it's 3a.m. - I'm out here riding again, through the wicked winding streets of my world.&nbsp; I make a wrong turn - break it - but I'm too far gone; I've got a siren on my tale and that ain't the fine I'm looking for.&nbsp; I see a stairway so I follow it down into the belly of a whale, where my secrets echo all around. You know me now, but to do better than that - you've got to follow me - boy I'm trying to show you where I'm at."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Her grin towards Brie held a rather comical manner as she continued for a moment on into the chorus, rolling her eyes at her own intense lameness.&nbsp; <em>"Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?&nbsp; Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide ... through my world?"</em>&nbsp; She then carefully stacked the two glasses she'd used neatly on top of each other, and shrugged.&nbsp; <br><br>"Waste not, want not."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 14:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance Floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angelo<br><br><hr><br><em>"Me? Oh i'm boring. No legion of cousins. No silky blonde hair. Just a man who likes to cook, and dance, and definitely isn't gay. Promise."</em><br><br>His comment made her laugh and grin up at him. Damn but the man was tall! And gorgeous, hell she could have just sat back and happily stared at him for quite a while and been perfectly content. This was the sort of man she <em>didn't</em> meet doing her work and classes at the University. You just didn't find men like him in a lab...more's the pity. Nothing would have made her job better than being surrounded by a bevy of fantastically gorgeous men like this one! <br><br>Of course not being able to find them at work was part of what drew her back to P3 time and again.<br><br>Reaching up she rans her fingers through his dark hair (using his comment on her own as an invitation) and smiled warmly, "Soft, thick and beautifully dark, not boring at all," she all but purred as she let the crowd press her just a bit closer to him and continued with a soft chuckle, "And being gay wouldn't stop me from dancing with you, though would stop anything far more interesting than dancing so I'll admit to being glad you aren't."<br><br>Giving a sudden laugh she rolled back slightly, putting more space between them once more and flashing him a teasing grin. She couldn't just plaster herself to him like he was some sort of toy she was trying to leave her scent on...though the thought was a tempting one!<br><br>"I'm afraid that I'm the boring one really, spending most of my days locked up in the University's botany labs. I can get so lost in my work that that "legion of cousins", as you called them, has had to physically come and pull me away because I haven't seen or talked to anyone for <em>weeks</em> at a time!" she admitted with a small shrug and a self-deprecating laugh. " I can get a bit caught up in things I'm...<em>passionate</em>...about," she added, her eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of something darker.<br><br>It had been a long time since she'd consciously tried to flirt, too much time in her lab, but this man was worth the effort. It had been just as long since she'd met anyone she found even interesting enough to take home for a night, but she suspected she just might be willing to take this large man home with her if he showed the inclination in that direction.<br><br>She'd have to thank Jinni later for bringing them such a handsome specimen...even if nothing more than dancing came of it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 20:23:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brie, PJ, Payton, Jack<br><em>That wasn't expected...</em><br><br><hr><br>The last reaction she expected from Connor was for him to allow her to get the last word. No, she thought they were going to scream at each other until their voices ceased to obey the heart's will. Yet once again, Connor left and only Melinda remained. She exhaled a shaky breathe, trying to get control over the emotions raging through her minds. How could she be happy that he was alive while at the same time wanting to choke the life from his lungs? It was such a contradiction. A painful one. She didn’t stick around to watch him disappear into the parking lot before heading back into the club. The gyrating bodies on the dance floor no longer appealed to her. Besides the only reason she went to join the crowd of bodies, dancing to the music, was to escape some type of confrontation with a past lover. That didn’t work out as she planned, but one couldn’t control another person's actions. It was tempting to go in the ladies room or even Wyatt’s office for some type of privacy. Attempt to recollect her thoughts. <br><br><em>No</em>, she told herself mentally,<em> I came out tonight to enjoy myself with family. That’s what I intend to do</em>. The words weren’t as comforting as earlier in the night, but Melinda still made her way over to the bar, sliding quietly next to her cousin,Brie, who was speaking to a woman. She gestured for the bartender to bring her another drink. It was her intention to drown the pain away. Old pain. Yet even that wasn’t possible since she refused to depend on exterior forces to deal with her problems. Just a few drinks, but not enough to dilute herself from actually being herself. The drink was placed in front of her, and she sipped at it while listening to the music. She tried not to let her somberness appear on her face since her cousins and sibling was having a good time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw PJ and Payton approach the bar. Her nose wrinkled in disapproval since Payton wasn't of legal drinking age. For a moment, she started to say something about it, but then she stopped herself. How many nights did she indulge in a little drink when she was younger? Of course, she never did it around her family. Always with friends. Who was she to deny her cousin the same type of activities that created a lot of fun memories? Besides, nothing too horrific could happen with nearly the entire Halliwell clan here to watch out for her. <br><br>A little smile came on her face a the woman speaking to Brie began to sing with an alright voice. Melinda couldn't resisting commenting, "You have a pretty singing voice. Much better than my own." She glanced over at Brie, seeing if her cousin agreed, before taking another sip of her drink. "I'm Melinda, by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." <em>I was a little distracted</em>. A pleasant smile came on her face as she spoke the greeting. Natural friendliness and optimism overshadowing the earlier negativity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:17:24</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone <br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt watched as Connor went after his little sister and though he wasn't sure what was said, he couldn't help but notice as he attacked the palm of her hand with the side of his face.&nbsp; The <em>bastard</em>.&nbsp; He frowned... a bit distracted as they both stormed out of the club.&nbsp; He wanted to go and fix things... stand up for his sister, but he knew that she was old enough to take care of herself when it came to men.&nbsp; He turned back to see that Angel and Lee had gone off dancing and it looked like Jinni was walking toward him with a purpose.&nbsp; His lips felt dry suddenly for some reason.&nbsp; <br><br>He was stunned like a deer in headlights, and was only able to move when she stumbled over herself and a couple others and ended up with drink on her dress.&nbsp; He blinked, about to move to her side when she ran off to the ladies' room.&nbsp; He sighed, shaking his head.&nbsp; He looked to Brie and the Asian woman, who were having a pretty intense conversation it seemed.&nbsp; He offered a smile to them both but didn't say anything as he didn't want to interrupt.&nbsp; He spoke to no one in particular.<br><br><strong>"What just happened?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 22:44:55</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">Roomies?<br>Tagging Tray</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><br>Austin listened carefully as Tray explained his situation. <br><br><em> "Well, you know how we roomed together in college, well I need a place to stay after my lease is up, and I really don't want to live with the rest of the family right now.&nbsp; Think you could use a roommate again?"</em><br><br>It was like Tray to not beat around the bush and get right to the point. Austin admired that about his friend. They didn’t hold much back from one another, it was certainly an important trait in a close relationship. The only secret Austin held was his underworld connections. He considered telling Tray a number of times, but what kind of sane person would believe that an underworld of demons existed in the world. The thought caused him to crack a small smile.<br><br>Austin considered Tray’s request. Obviously the answer was going to be “yes.” However, there would be some implications to the decision. It’s not like they were dorm buddies and could put up a couple of beds in his bedroom. Austin’s place was a perfect size for a single bachelor without many worldly possessions. But two?<br><br>Coincidently Austin had been thinking about his place and upgrading his square footage. Perhaps this was the sign that he needed to make the change.<br><br>“Actually I’ve been looking at a new place one floor up in my building. It’s a bit bigger than my loft. Been on the market for about six months.” Austin shrugged and took another swig of the beer. “Maybe this was fate telling me to make a move on it.” <br><br><em> "The next round is on Brie."</em><br><br>Austin mirrored Tray’s grin, leaned forward, and lifted the beer glass in a toast. “To roommates.” The two clinked glasses together and took drinks. “When are ya thinking of this move?” He inquired.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 09:23:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lee, Any </div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div> <br><br>He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having a woman run her fingers through his hair again. There was a breif moment where he felt that same strange twinge of craving and longing he'd felt earlier with Jinni. Maybe it was just his libido afterall? The only common theme he could see was that both were beautiful women...and the first beautiful women who's company he'd enjoyed in months. All work and no play. And age old tale. Well tonight made it official. He simply HAD to schedule some fun time into his routine from this day forward.<br><br><em>"And being gay wouldn't stop me from dancing with you, though would stop anything far more interesting than dancing so I'll admit to being glad you aren't."</em><br><br>He arched a brow and smirked lightly. "<strong>Oh no you don't. Don't think i'm easy now. Dinner and a movie missie. Dinner and a movie. That's my price. </strong> " then with a shrug he added "<strong>Or a Snickers bar.</strong>"<br><br>Listening to her talk about life in the university and her schedule he could empathize almost immediately. He knew what it was like to get bogged down in that sort of stuff. Lose yourself as weeks and months melt away. That's part of what brought him out here tonight afterall. "<strong>Well look at us, a pair of stick-in-the-muds. We'll have to loosen each other up tonight. </strong> "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 11:17:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Charmed_helen_b.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>it seems like there are too many coincidences happening tonight. just what is happening to our demon-free lives?</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» jacqueline . melinda </span></span><br><hr><br>Even though it was obvious that the club environment was not her choice place to relax in, Jack seemed comfortable enough at the bar that Brie didn't feel it necessary to have them move to a more private booth. Taking sips occasionally between her comments and questions, the witch marveled at how long it had been since she'd really gone out and gotten to know anyone. With what constituted as 'work' taking up most of her life, and dance and family taking up the rest, she really hadn't been seeking out opportunities to meet new people lately.<br><br>And, well, even if she and Jack only spoke tonight and never spoke again, it was still a nice interlude and break from her usual routine when she came to P3, which would typically be to run in, disappear onto the dance floor, and not emerge until most of the night had passed.<br><br>Getting the usual kind of reaction when Jack exclaimed over her short stint of work with the DJ (which, incidentally, had been a music video for an indie artist who wanted lyrical and contemporary dancing to accompany his song, rather than the ever-popular hip hop) - Brie smiled and nodded. The novelty of meeting otherwise famous people had worn off for her, but she could imagine how someone else might hear her stories of the work she got and the people she met and think it was glamorous. She'd learned long ago to take in the other person's perspective, rather than trying to brush off the comment with something like, <em>it's normal</em>, or its less tactful brother, <em>it happens all the time</em>.<br><br><strong>"I do get to meet a lot of interesting and inspiring people in my line of work,"</strong> Brie said warmly, the dimples adding a youthful look to her face. It looked odd, especially paired with her sultry waves of hair and the alluring outfit. <strong>"It probably comes from working in the entertainment industry, what with most of us being creators of some sort. Of music, or images, or movement."</strong><br><br>She couldn't help but laugh at her more well-known, edible namesake. <strong>"On the contrary, Ms. Blakesley. I find cheese infinitely more amusing than petty attempts to insult me by mangling my name."</strong><br><br>When Jack mentioned noticing how Brie was a dancer, she had to smile. She had a lot to owe to her greatest love, not the least of which was her ability to be comfortable with herself. Rewinding the conversation slightly, she transitioned the topic back to the subject of inhibitions and life. <strong>"Sometimes, it's the events in your life that make you realize that inhibitions and fear too often control our behavior and prevent us from going where we're meant to go. Dancing, well..."</strong> Her sentence trailed off as she thought, trying to figure out a way to describe the amazing amount of freedom that she felt in the throes of the music, suspended in the air or letting her body take its own course. There just were no <em>words</em>.<br><br>How had she come to express her emotions so freely, seeing them less as obstacles in her path and instead embracing them and accepting them, and using them to propel her where she wanted to go? Preoccupied, Brie shifted so that she could rest one elbow on the bar, dangling her glass of cider on one knee with the other hand. She rested her cheek in her palm as she thought, for the first time in a long time, of her mother. <strong>"Something happened when I was pretty young that was hard for me to accept had happened. Dancing helped me to channel my emotions - and in essence, inhibition <em>is</em> a kind of fear of letting go or moving forward - and ironically, because I've learned to express the full range of human emotion through my passion, I'm a much more balanced individual because of that. Whenever I get frustrated or don't know what to do, I just find some empty place and let go."</strong> <br><br>Confronted with the topic of socializing, Brie let the policewoman say her piece before she contributed her own thoughts. <strong>"I think criminals are a lot more straightforward, Jack. And honestly, there's nothing wrong with preferring a book and the solitude of your own company over a noisy place like this, even if it does have good music. I actually like spending time alone."</strong> That was always a surprise to people who didn't know her well, but Brie cherished her time alone, and if she had the choice, preferred her own company to that of others. Dancing, clubbing, and parties were fun places to let go, but if she needed reflection or introspection, she usually took off in the direction of the ocean, or found an empty studio where she could play the music so loud, it drowned out the sounds her feet would make against the floor.<br><br>When she'd asked her question about current events, Brie hadn't expected anything more exciting than the usual - cold weather, rain, maybe a traffic accident or a robbery or two. Instead, she found herself struggling to stay in her relaxed pose, listening to events that sounded positively demonic. Hearing them gave her a sense of deja-vu, reminding her of times when her mom would tell her and Tray stories of her demon-hunting days, especially the ones in the early years after she became a Charmed One. <br><br>Swallowing, Brie managed to listen through all of it, nodding appropriately and trying to work some semblance of concern and puzzlement into her expression. <strong>"That sounds like a difficult situation you have, with your boss and with the kind of cases you get. It must be so unsettling to come across a crime that can't be explained..."</strong> Except by magical means, of course, <strong>"... and that you can't seem to find any leads on. It sounds so eerie... almost like it's something supernatural."</strong> It had to be - what else could it be? A body burned to ash with no trace of fire had to be the result of a fireball, or demonic powers of some higher-level demon. Brie would have bet that Jack also got any number of mysterious cases of disappearances in which the victims never showed up again.<br><br>It was hard for her to pull the corner of her lips up for a compassionate, sympathetic smile. <strong>"For all the frustrations you seem to have about your work, it seems like you <em>do</em> believe you can solve them... like you believe in the supernatural."</strong> Brie tried to keep her voice neutral, wondering if she was being too suspicious by pressing. As long as she didn't act too interested, she should be fine... and any information she could glean from this conversation would be information she could pass along to Wyatt and the rest of the Halliwell cousins when they all had a chance to sit down together. <strong>"But I hope you find whoever it is you're looking for in your current case. It must be tough feeling like you're constantly one step behind your enemy."</strong><br><br>When Jack wrapped up her own work-related frustrations with a stiff laugh and an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Brie obliged after only the slightest pause. She was reluctant to let the conversation end without learning as much as she'd wanted, but the last ting she wanted to do was inquire too much into the case, and raise any suspicions on the detective's end. <strong>"Please, everyone can use time to vent about their work. That's what bars are for."</strong> She smiled cheerfully, raising her glass towards Jack with a slight wink. <strong>"Otherwise, we'd all explode from our pent-up anger and frustration."</strong><br><br>The policewoman surprised Brie when she joined into the song, singing a couple of stanzas in a smoky, captivating voice that seemed like it would have fit right in with a small, smoke-filled coffeehouse on an open mic night. Brie smiled appreciatively, her brown eyes contemplating this stranger who was much, much more than she seemed.<br><br>Now that she didn't have to actively listen, Brie shifted in her seat so she could lean back against the bar, allowing Melinda (who had shown up looking subdued and more than a little frustrated) and Jack to talk without having to learn around her. She reached over to give her cousin a squeeze on the knee - she didn't know what had taken place, or what words had been said, but it was plain to even Brie that Melinda was feeling considerably less than pleasant. Still, any kind of one-to-one talking would have to wait for a better time... maybe tomorrow. <em>I'll try to get away from Unity after dinner and drop by or something.</em> Brie was no empath, but Melinda wore her heart on her sleeve even when she tried to hide it, and snippets from her college classes sometimes drifted into her thoughts when they were triggered. In a family as large as the Halliwells, she could write a veritable book on human expression and emotion in family relationships.<br><br>Once the small performance had concluded, Brie waved over the bartender and ordered another gin and tonic and slid the glass over to Jack with a smile. <strong>"As a performer myself, it would be all kinds of impolite to not acknowledge a striking performance, however spontaneous."</strong> <br><br>She waited for Melinda to finish introducing herself before she ventured a question, hoping to turn the conversation firmly away from Connor's appearance - or at least, take Melinda's thoughts in a direction that wouldn't lead back to that unpleasant human being. <strong>"So what are your plans for tonight, cuz? If you want to dance, I saw my friend Jaxom out there earlier... if not, the three of us can set up shop right here at the bar and people-watch. Make up stories, chat a little, drink a little."</strong> Brie's grin widened just a smidge playfully as she subtly winked at her cousin. <strong>"Of course, I also wouldn't object if you wanted to have a little fun and dance with <em>me</em>... I'm sure between the two of us, we can turn all a whole lot of heads and make some trouble out there."</strong> The mildly flirtatious banter - all in good humor, of course - was a warm invitation for Melinda forget her troubles, at least for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 00:38:04</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 bar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br><strong>“You alright Prue?”</strong> <br><br><strong>"Yeah... what? I'm not allowed to want to spend time with my baby sister? hmmm?"</strong><br><br>She gave her a little squeeze as they stepped up to the far end of the bar then made a slight detour to a table. PJ didn't want it to be blatantly obvious she was giving an underage person a drink. It would be really bad for business, and worse for her wallet. Especially since she had thought she heard Brie mentioning a police officer being there or something of the sort. Then again it could just be her own paranoia adding those little things in. Even still, the dark haired older Halliwell directed her sister to a booth and slid in across from her. She order two spritzers from the waiter, who didn't bother asking for ID or questioning why the very person they were told -not- to serve to was now being served by the very person who made it clear it wasn't to happen before. He was a slight bit confused by it all but wouldn't question it. Miss Halliwell signed his checks and he didn't want to be getting his late or not at all because of some misunderstanding or mistake. <br><br>Prue looked around the club at the others dancing and made note of Paisley with the handsome man then looked back to Payton again. Pushing back her hair from her face she leaned into the back of the seat and looked directly at her sisters face.<br><br><strong>"Soo.. whats going on?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 22:01:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Chit-chat with the big sis</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: PJ</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>"Yeah... what? I'm not allowed to want to spend time with my baby sister? Hmmm?"</em></strong><br><br>Payton wisely kept quiet on that one rather than say what had come to mind which was that her sister had never wanted to spend time with her before. She wasn't sure about PJ and Lee's relationship but she rarely saw her oldest sister. Some of that could be pinned on her as she had never actually tried to spend time with her either but yeah. It was clear... some things were going to have to change on both sides if they were gonna get past this. She wanted desperately for her family to feel whole again. Which meant she needed to talk to her dad at some point too. <br><br>Following where PJ steered her, Payton slipped into the booth and leaned back casually, her eyes sweeping the club while her sister ordered from the waiter. She spotted Paisley dancing with a really tall, good looking guy who somehow seemed vaguely familiar to her though she couldn't place him. She turned her attention back to the table just in time to catch the waiter's confusion over PJ's order. Payton smiled sweetly up at him, batting her eyelashes teasingly as he'd been one to turn her down—gently but still no was no—on previous occasions. He stuck his tongue out at her, making a goofy face, and she just laughed as he walked off to get the requested drinks. Most of the staff was cool with her even if they wouldn't serve her anything harder than cherry coke. <br><br>While PJ took a moment to look around, Payton took the moment to study her sister. She was often just a little envious of her sister's good looks and the way she seemed to just naturally take charge of things. She lacked the focus to ever be a leader of anything, but both her sisters had it—though Lee was usually wrapped up in her plants. <br><br>When her sister finally turned back to her Payton smiled a tad awkwardly. <strong>“Going on?”</strong> Her brows drew together and a sigh escaped as she sank farther into the booth, <strong>“Unfortunately nothing worth mentioning. No dates, no sex, no fun, no sleep. Just headaches, power surges, worrying about Kenny, and being dragged around the county by my boss.”</strong> She grimaced. She hadn't meant to mention all that. Hopefully PJ would gloss over most of it. <br><br><strong>“What's going on with you?”</strong> Her tone brightened and she grinned. <strong>“No hot guys following you around all love sick?”</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 13:21:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance Floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br><hr><br><em>"Or a Snickers bar."</em><br><br>Lee laughed at the shrug and the look on his face as he tried to tell her he wasn't easy and then named his price and couldn't resist teasing, "So what will <em>two</em> Snickers bars get me?"<br><br>As the music slowed a bit she danced in closer, a warm, inviting, smile on her lips as she looked up at the man who would have dwarfed her utterly if she hadn't been wearing significant heels. He still towered over, even with the added height of the spikes on her feet, but at least she didn't look like a midget beside him with them on. <br><br><em>"Well look at us, a pair of stick-in-the-muds. We'll have to loosen each other up tonight. "</em><br><br>Reaching up she stroked back a strand of hair that had fallen forward across his forehead and grinned up at him, "And just what did you have in mind?" she asked with a small smirk, the double entendre of his words not lost on her in the least. "To be fair, I have to tell you, I'm not cheap either...I require at least another shot of tequila," she said trying to nod her head sagely and look as if this comment was od dire importance but eyes sparkling with mirth and the corners of her lips twitching upward ruined the effect.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 16:41:45</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie, Melinda, and Wyatt.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jacqueline smiled at Melinda, dipping her head slightly in acknowledgement of the other woman.&nbsp; "That's perfectly fine, and thank you.&nbsp; I could see as plainly as anyone that you had your hands full there.&nbsp; I'm no singer really, but I like music just as much as the next person, I suppose."&nbsp; While Jack herself seldom made time to make lasting relationships of the intimate type just in part due to lack of time, and someone literally always needing help with a new case around the corner - it didn't mean she didn't understand the stress and general frustration that went along with the pleasant parts.<br><br>Jack smiled back at Wyatt, whom seemed to have lost himself in staring at the pretty brunette that had run off to the restroom.&nbsp; Hiding a smirk behind her fingers, she gave a shrug, replying to his question that seemed to have been asked to the air, though it was difficult to tell.&nbsp; "The casualties of crowded bars, I assume.&nbsp; Not that I would know, but I'm sure she'll be back.&nbsp; Ladies ritual of the 'restroom', you know."&nbsp; Laughing softly, she turned back to Brie just in time to hear her reply.<br><br>"I do understand ... channelling emotions resulting of past events into something positive, even if the feelings are not.&nbsp; I think I throw everything into my work and ... I lost someone I loved to something very ... evil as a girl."&nbsp; Jack paused and swept a hand through her hair.&nbsp; Lowering her voice, she spoke softly near Brie's ear, but far away enough that Melinda could also hear if she decided to listen.&nbsp; "I do believe in the supernatural ... and more than most might.&nbsp; I do not really have much of a choice in that regard, as it is difficult not to believe ... in oneself."&nbsp; Her smile was polite, but a world of emotion lay in her dark eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"If it hadn't been for my uncle - Sam Huang - there is a very good chance that I would certainly not be living currently.&nbsp; Have you older relatives that seem as though they know your thoughts before you even speak them?"&nbsp; As the drink ordered by Brie was set before her, Jack took a sip, and nodded a thank you.&nbsp; P3 had good quality alcohol, that was for sure, and on this night she really appreciated it. &nbsp;"There is more that I would say, but this is probably not the place to do so.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some of the things I've seen ... cannot be explained by anything save magic, and keeping my Captain in the dark has been a ... trial to say the least of it."<br><br>She toyed with the glass of gin and tonic, tracing her finger around the rim of the glass. &nbsp;"The last eight years have been the most quiet in my life - supernatural oriented crime aside," she said dryly.&nbsp; Demonic bounty hunters had come around initially less often, but she expected that would change soon enough once any of them realised she wasn't ageing human slow.&nbsp; So much frustration, and all of it came back to her father's careful schemes.&nbsp; He'd never ended up on the Charmed Ones' hit list - as he'd been a very smart demon that had given them tips that couldn't be connected back to him in the underworld. <br><br>Studying Brie, Jack pursed her lips thoughtfully. &nbsp;"If you want to know more, I'm willing to talk.&nbsp; You need only name a place and time - and I'll be there."&nbsp; An ally certainly wouldn't be a bad thing, she knew - and her uncle had never given a reason why the children of the Charmed Ones couldn't be trusted.&nbsp; Briefly, she wondered what her uncle was up to.&nbsp; Taking up the electronic tablet in her hands, she scrolled through the notes she'd had on her case to a symbol that looked like the greek omega, and showed it to Brie.&nbsp; "You need not say where at this point as I've no desire to interrupt if you want to go and dance - but does this mean anything to you?&nbsp; In a more private setting ... would it be something you could perhaps, explain in more detail?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 17:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brie, Wyatt, Jack, Jaxom<br><em>Here it goes again...</em><br><br><hr><br>The talk of music reminded her of a lounge located not too far from P3 that allowed a karaoke for people brave enough to face a crowd. She went there once or twice with friends, and each time there was a person there who either sang like a professional or like one of those poor souls from that television show when she was younger called <em>American Idol</em>. But even with the worse of singers, everyone was always respectful and supportive of the bravery necessary to sing in front of others. For the briefest moment, Melinda thought that her eldest brother was asking her a question about the less than desired encounter with Conner. Her eyes flashed at him with look that spoke the words 'I don’t want to talk about it'. <br><br>It wasn’t until Jack spoke that she realized Wyatt’s question was not directed towards her. She glanced around the bar, looking for Jinni, but the woman was gone. All but vanished into the thickness of swaying bodies. “Oh.” The sound was soft and contemplative since she was curious to know the situation behind her brother’s astonished expression. A touch caused her to peek down over the rim of her glass to see Brie’s hand there. She flashed her cousin an appreciative smile despite her mood since it wasn’t fair to let her emotions bring down the party. <em>A few more drinks will help with that.</em> The little devil of temptation seemed to whisper the words in her mind, but she absolutely refused to drown her problems in intoxication. No matter how alluring it appeared. <br><br>The conversation between Brie and Jack held half of her attention. It wasn’t until she heard the words "I do believe in the supernatural" that she turned to face the woman with a curious expression on her face. Jack did not appear like one of those people who vested their entire lives into finding something unnatural in the world. No, she looked like a person with a leveled head on her shoulders. What happened for her to have such beliefs? The answer to her question came a few seconds later, and she exhaled softly upon hearing the explanation. <em>Appearances deceive.</em> Her mother told her that many times before, and Melinda always chalked it up to her being a worrywart. They were living in the present, not the dark ages of demons attacking from every single corner. Maybe her mother was right since at the house, she’d been wrong when…her mind pulled a blank. What happened at the house? Brie’s contractor came, and then…he left. Her nose wrinkled at the thought since it didn’t seem quite right yet that was what her memory played for her. She put her drink down on the bar counter. That was enough alcohol for the night. As much as she wanted to ask Jack more about this information put in front of her, Melinda wanted to be selfish tonight. She usually always attempted to put serious priorities first such as work and even family, but the mood wasn't there. She'd let Brie handle that little bit of information since her cousin had the clearer mind at the moment. <br><br>With a sigh, she turned to look at the dance floor. Lee and Angel were tearing it up on the dance floor. It was nice to see her cousin enjoying herself after working hard throughout the week. Everyone deserved a moment to just let their inner selves shine through the darkness. A grin came on her face in response to her Brie’s words before playing shaking her head. The loose curls about her face shifted around in response as she tried to put a face to the name Jaxom. It didn’t take long for her to recall or notice a male on the dance floor. The motion and freeform choreography of his body looked much better than those surrounding him. It was always a tad bit intimidating to dance with a professional dancer, and she’d seen Brie’s moves before when she was just playing around in their house. <br><br>Yet there was something happy about his face on the dance floor, and she could use a little joy right now. "No, you stay here. I think I'm going to dance my way over towards your friend. Hopefully, I don't make a fool of myself." She gave a parting smile to Jack before sliding off her seat again for the second time in the night. Nervousness took over for gloominess as she rocked her hips to the slightly face beat as her fingers snapped to the rhythm. Jaxom was an attractive young male, and it wasn't the easiest of tasks to wriggle her way through the crowd in his direction. There was always the fear of rejection since she wasn't sure if he knew she was Brie's cousin. Plus, he looked perfectly fine on his own without dancing with what might appear like an amateur in his eyes. <em>You can do this, Melinda.</em> She nibbled at her lower lip, feeling like some loser at a middle school dance, before dancing her way over to him. "Hey." The words were a bit too soft due to the music, and she shook her head in amusement before deciding to let her her body do the talking. Without speaking again, she started to dance with little twirls of her hands and hips. A genuine look of pleasure came on her face as she relaxed a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 02:42:12</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Wyatt, everyone near</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>After a few moments of wiping her dress clean and drying it under the hand dryer in the bathroom she was glad she wore black that night. Though part of her wished she'd had some kind of quick and easy magically solution for fixing her dress the practical side of her had to go and do it the old fashioned way. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and make up before finding her way back out. Jinni realized she had a few too many drinks as her walking was not the most graceful but at least she wasn't stumbling and swerving. The alcohol had only loosened her hips and her lips for that matter.<br><br>As she moved toward the bar area her fingers smoothed over her dress and she walked right for Wyatt. Angel's words replaying in her mind. Go for it. That nagging voice in her head doing the same. She could think of little else but the urgings of her thoughts and her own emotions. Not really watching who was around or what could happen. She walked directly up behind him. Her long slender fingers pulled him around to face her where, without a word, she pressed her lips against him. Her body moved in close as she slid her hands around the sides of the older male's cheeks through the back of his hair. Her eyes closed and her lips parted as she pulled him in close and then slowly, very slowly, moved back from him. Her breath caught in her throat as she exhaled slowly and then stared up at him, not speaking a word.<br><br>It was done. She did it. She could do nothing about it now. <br><br><em>Just wait. Hope PJ doesn't smite you. Hope the Halliwell girls don't hunt you down. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 03:39:49</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 bar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br><strong>“Unfortunately nothing worth mentioning. No dates, no sex, no fun, no sleep. Just headaches, power surges, worrying about Kenny, and being dragged around the county by my boss... What's going on with you? No hot guys following you around all love sick?”</strong><br><br><br>A chuckle escaped her lips at that last bit and she shook her head. Her long dark locks tumbled a bit forward and she looked up to her baby sister realizing her sister wasn't a baby anymore. She was lovely and all grown up. Little Payday had troubles of her own now. Grown up troubles. No sex. When did Payton start having sex!? The thought was nearly astounding to PJ. She couldn't imagine it. No didn't want to imagine it. Oh crap. She imagined it. A shudder ran over her and she looked back toward the waiter who brought the drinks over to them.<br><br><strong>"Thanks hon."</strong><br><br>She gave the decent looking dark haired male a smile of appreciation and he turned heading off pleased with himself and his quick service to the Halliwell girls. Prue looked back to Payton again and then realized that Kenny must be who she was rushing after out the door only to be left in a slight pout of disappointment.<br><br><strong>"Pay... do you like Kenny? I mean like, not friend like, but boyfriend like him?"</strong><br><br>She didn't even address the guy situation on her end. The club co-owner didn't want to think about men or what happens when Halliwell women get involved with them. Her aunt Piper had it right at one point. Or was it her own mother. Either way, Halliwell women were cursed. PJ just didn't want to follow up that curse with some bad luck in love like every other woman of their family. She certainly didn't condone any of them who wanted to seek out love and/or lust in some cases. Her eyes slide over to her other sister who was dancing pretty close to that hot hunk of a man. She had to wonder just who was leading who over there. She smirked some and sipped her wine spritzer some. <br><br>Her gaze looked back to Payton again for a reply. She knew her sister cared about Kenny but to what extent.&nbsp; And what was that about her boss dragging her all over the county about? She might have to have a talk with him at some point. Circling the rim of her glass with a single finger tip she watched for any cross of emotions from the lovely youngest Halliwell to see if she could register any truth from her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 03:53:57</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni, Jacqueline<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt turned to smile at Jacqueline and her words, offering the beautiful Asian woman a nod as he ran a hand through his soft hair.&nbsp; He was going to reply, but suddenly he found himself twirled around and facing Jinni again... when she come out of the bathroom?&nbsp; God she was beautiful... he wanted to just- do something.&nbsp; But he couldn't.&nbsp; He was afraid of what may have happened if he did.&nbsp; He had just vanquished an upper level demon single-handedly, but Jinni... hell, women in general were a lot more frightening than demons. Things would get complicated with PJ and her... and with him and PJ.&nbsp; Was it worth it?&nbsp; He wasn't sure, but... then it happened.&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed him.&nbsp; All logic left him as he felt her lips press against his and her fingers like electricity slipping through his hair at the back of his head.&nbsp; He was lost in a sea of want... it wasn't even lust.&nbsp; No, it was more pure than that.&nbsp; He genuinely had feelings for this girl.. this girl who was now kissing him so sweetly.&nbsp; <br><br>When she finally broke the kiss, he blinked, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he looked at her almost dreamily.&nbsp; <em>I dream of Jinni.&nbsp; Heh.</em>&nbsp; He wet his lips and suddenly remembered to breathe.&nbsp; <em>Yeah... real smooth, oh twice blessed one.</em>&nbsp; He stared at her for about ten seconds before his brain suddenly kicked back on and he spoke softly.<br><br><strong>"Why... wha... wow."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 06:58:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lee, Any </div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes9.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>Oh mercy my dear Paisley...they don't even have a name for what <em>two</em> snickers will get you. You're treading in unexplored territory now</strong>. " he let his hands come to rest on her hips as the music slowed, and though there was certainly a sexual charge of energy dancing back and forth between them...one she seemed far more ready to embrace than Jinni had been earlier...his hands didn't go too low. They didn't get too friendly. That sort of thing was for when they were in private...if indeed things go to that point, as he was hoping. But in public he gave her the respect a lady was due. Just like daddy taught him. <br><br>There was a breif moment of distraction when he saw the guy he correctly assumed to be Wyatt get a tongue full of Jinni, and he smiled inwardly. He might have gotten just a teensie bit jealous if he didn't have this delicious blonde in his arms. As it was now, he was glad for Jinni. They hadn't known each other long but he'd gotten to like her over the last few hours. <br><br><em>Good for you Jin. Got get 'im.</em><br><br>His attention was immediately recaptured by the surprisingly fit and fun botany nerd as she brushed his hair back. She had no idea of course, but he loved it when women did that to him. Loved it enough that those hands on her hips inches dangerously close to ungentlemanly territory. Close, but not quite there yet. Her next question brought an amused smirk to his lips. "<strong>Well...I could tell you now. But then you might slap me. So let's go get another shot of tequila in you first and then you can have all the gory details. </strong>" <br><br><br><br>Note: I need to change my past pics. And sooner or later I totally will. Heh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 14:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Charmed_helen_b.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">H</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ELEN</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">B</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RIANNE</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">M</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ITCHELL</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to carry on&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; it is in you to lay down fears that hold&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it is in you to find your way home&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>now that was unexpected.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» jacqueline </span></span><br><hr><br>When Jack revealed that she believed in the supernatural, Brie felt- something. The feeling of the entire world slowing down, and slowing down even more, until everything was suspended and frozen in time, the only person who was moving and thinking and <em>feeling</em> being her. Of course, that didn't happen; Brie hadn't used her magic, she'd merely been bulldozed by the shock of hearing someone else outside of her family say something like <em>I do believe in the supernatural</em>.<br><br>Swallowing, Brie tried not to betray her surprise at the confession. The sentences following were somewhat of a blur to Brie - she drank down a third of her glass of cider as she nodded absently, trying to appear as if she were listening. The confession might be nothing - after all, people believe in ghosts and faeries and "destiny" but never had to come face to face with its tangible existence as a magical entity. On top of that, Jack had the beautiful, graceful lines in her face and her figure that bespoke of someone of mixed blood. If she were Chinese or Japanese, or even Korean, it was more than possible that her 'supernatural' was something ingrained in her culture and upbringing. Certainly, it was a sort of supernatural, but far different than demons and Whitelighters and magic in the way that Brie and her cousins often dealt with it.<br><br>Her curiosity as a child and as a witch had stood her in good stead; Brie made a point of seeking out knowledge that, while not immediately relevant to their lives as witches (and half-cupids, half-whitelighters, and half mortals), might one day be useful. How many times had she heard stories about the Titans and gods, and creatures straight out of pagan lore? Mythology and fairytales were powerful stuff. <br><br>All of those thoughts went through Brie's mind in a flash, and she forced herself out of her scattered, nervous mental litany to rejoin the conversation. She started again - it was rare that anyone could surprise her, and this was twice in the same night! - when Jack mentioned Sam Huang. Was that the same Sam Huang who owned the Chinese herb shop in Chinatown?<br><br>Knowing that she was dealing with more than just your average interesting cop, Brie minded her words, though she continued to maintain her air of casual, fun-loving ease. <strong>"Older relatives who know my thoughts before I speak them? There isn't anyone like that in my life. I have my brother, though. We're twins, and we're very different in mindset and passion, but we share a lot of our lives of our lives with each other."</strong> Brie wasn't much for dissembling, though, so even while she made sure not to say anything that could out her explicitly to Jack, she couldn't keep the gentle note of warmth from slipping into her smile and her eyes.<br><br><strong>"As for the other topic - you're right, I do think that such a discussion would be more appropriate at a different time, and in a more private venue."</strong> There was no way Brie was going to try to have a serious talk with anyone in P3. Sure, they could find an alcove and attempt a conversation that was less a shout and more a comfortable murmur, but unless they went outside (cold) or into one of the offices (isolated), they wouldn't be able to escape the heavy beats of P3's music. Brie doubted they would escape the music in either of those locations, and more to the point, neither was very private or conducive to a conversation that would make Brie feel comfortable divulging any of her knowledge about the supernatural.<br><br>The way Jack spoke, it was almost like... she <em>knew</em> who they were. Knew that they were the children of the Charmed Ones. What Brie wouldn't give to see Jack's expression when she'd seen and been introduced to Wyatt earlier that night. She counted herself a fair judge of people, and while Jack didn't set off any of her internal alarms, it seemed that she knew a lot more about them than any of them, Brie included, knew about her. Was she hinting that she was supernatural, too (or at the very least, had connections to someone who was)? Brie couldn't be sure. The lighting and noise just didn't make this kind of critical analysis of the slightest nuances of behavior possible.<br><br>Brie wanted to sigh. This whole night just seemed like it was pointing in the strangest direction, a new one that was taking them farther and farther away from the normal, peaceful lives that their parents had fought so hard to have. Signaling one of the bartenders over, Brie got another napkin and a refill on her glass. She paused just before putting pen to napkin - cell or studio? - and then scribbled her cell phone number in black ink onto the napkin.<br><br><strong>"Call me sometime tomorrow. I might not answer right away, but I'll call you back, and we can arrange to meet somewhere more private to talk about..."</strong> She hadn't noticed Jack reaching for her e-reader, but she certainly noticed when she looked at the e-reader, and saw a Greek letter.<br><br>It was naggingly familiar. She knew she'd seen it before, and not just from her sorority days. <em>Omega. The End.</em> The last letter of the Hellenic alphabet.<br><br>Brie shook her head as she felt the beginnings of a headache edge into her temples. <strong>"I recognize it, but... well, this probably isn't the place to talk about it."</strong> The Book of Shadows. That had to be where she'd seen it; she could vaguely recall flipping through the Book almost a year ago. It was a marking, a sign - or was it a tattoo? <em>Too long ago. I'll have to ask Wyatt if I can look at the book tonight or tomorrow.</em><br><br><strong>"I'm not in any hurry to leave, though. If you're up for more conversation and drinks, I'd be happy to stay here and keep you company all night. It's been quite some time since I've had the pleasure of long, leisurely talks about supernatural crimes with anyone,"</strong> the young witch remarked drily. Part of Brie wanted to try to figure out what that symbol was, but she decided that if she dwelled on it any longer, she might well end up giving herself a migraine over what was hopefully nothing. Wanting to shift the conversation back into less touch territory, Brie teased out the question that had come up earlier in her mind, when Jack had mentioned her family. <strong>"You mentioned that your uncle was Sam Huang, right? Is that the same Mr. Huang who owns the herb shop next to the fortune cookie factory in Chinatown? I used to go there with my mom a lot, when I was little, but I don't ever remember seeing you there..."</strong><br><br>From there, she let the conversation flow naturally. Eventually, talk of family to come back around to Brie's family. <strong>"Our dad had to raise us - my twin brother, my younger brother, and me - during our most rebellious years. I think he got something of a bargain, since none of us ever really acted out in spectacular fashion. I was probably the most trouble, though - mostly because I was out of the house so often, and he worried about me coming home so late at night from dance practice. I think raising me was hard on him sometimes. I've heard that I remind him a lot of my mother, in the way we act and think, and sometimes my voice, too."</strong><br><br>Of all the rest of the problems growing up, that had probably been the most difficult. Henry blamed magic for Paige's death, and even though Brie grew up with different interests, and more of his looks, and more of his temperament, Uncle Leo would sometimes nostalgically comment on how she was so similar to her mother in the more basic, subtle ways. Brie resented the comparison, not because she didn't love her mom (she did) or because she didn't want to be like her (she treasured those little things that they shared), but because she was so used to being an individual, free from the chains of trends and popularity, that any remark that she was <em>like</em> someone else irked. Even if it was her mom.<br><br>Brie said as much, to Jack. <strong>"Does that happen to you, getting compared to your parents? I mean, I don't deny that I act like my mom, especially in the choice of career I've made for myself, but I don't want others to look at me and see ghosts of my mother in me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 04:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Jaxom_%28v1%29.png)</div> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">J</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">AXOM</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">P</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">IERCE</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; even though it feels like i've been here before&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; this love is like&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;something that makes us amateurs every time&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ❋ (http://misscaeli.tumblr.com/post/17349919759)</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>don't keep me waiting, i've been up all night.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» melinda </span></span><br><hr><br>Jaxom couldn't help but smile, a little enviously, when he saw how Brie's eyes became a little distant when she caught sight of someone across P3. She'd never told him, of course, and he'd never asked, but it was easy for him to catch the tell-tale signs of a crush in his longtime friend.<br><br>Shrugging his shoulders, he weaved back into the crowd, sometimes dancing with other people from Unity, sometimes not. Their group had one of the booths along one side of the club, with all of them rotating in and out as they got tired, or got the urge to dance. There was a study flow of drinks coming to the table, as the group celebrated another successful tour; not much of a drinker himself, Jaxom kept to club soda and cola, sticking mostly to the dance floor and enjoying the freedom that came of dancing without routines and without choreography.<br><br>Some time later (it might have been hours, or maybe just one; Jaxom never really bothered to keep track, and usually gauged their time by how drunk his friends were), he safely delivered one of the girls back to the booth and wended his way through the throng of dancers once more. This time, he kept to himself - letting his arms and legs move with the music, his eyes flickering over the people around him to see if anyone was showing interest in dancing with a partner.<br><br>Nobody caught his eye until a pretty girl with an untutored, but graceful step came closer, catching his eye briefly before her eyes flickered downwards, her hands moving with the music. She wasn't as open as the girls he was used to - after all, they were dancers, all of them in Unity, and they weren't shy when it came to giving their bodies to their music - but it was charming all the same, and Jaxom found himself smiling and wanting to help her relax and have more fun. The dance floor was nowhere to feel nervous about looking good.<br><br>He leaned forward until he stood but mere inches away, waiting for her to look up at him before he smiled, a boyish curve of the lips that was very "boy next door" (or so Brie often teased). <strong>"May I?"</strong> He waited her permission before he settled his hands on her waist, sliding down until his fingers sat over her hips. He let himself listen and feel the music, then subtly shifted the way she was moving her hips, something more fluid that matched the way he was dancing, and then took up her hands.<br><br>The dance floor was no place for words, either, and he took the lead as the music shifted to a slightly faster pace, carefully showing her how to follow his steps with ease. He'd been dancing long enough that he could lead anybody, even someone with two left feet; dancing with a young woman who had an innate grace was a pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 19:28:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jaxom and the music!<br><strong>Song:</strong>"Hung Over" (http://youtu.be/PGqdw3i5xAA) by Madonna<br><em>Time goes by so slowly. Time goes by so slowly.</em><br><hr><br>The expression on his face fitted his other handsome features perfectly, and it instantly caused those frivolous nerves to melt away from her mind. He seemed like the type of person to always wear a smile on his face, and it was a trait that was likely admired by people like her. It was so hard for her to leave in the moment without worrying about those close to her. Not tonight. Here was a guy that loved to have a good time, and she could only hope that his pleasant mood was infectious. The perfect solution to her otherwise horrible night. Without any hesitance, she began to move her shoulders up and down in tune with the music that was put on by the DJ. Just so happened to be one of her favorites that could play on repeat for about fifteen minutes with her dancing around the house or during those morning jogs. It was highly appropriate for her feelings right now even though the track was a little old, but that was the good thing about some songs. The lyrics fit with the crowd since the message fit with almost any age. There was a huge smile on her face when he didn’t push her away from some of the suitable dancers who could probably keep up with his moves easier. <br><br>She'd already had a few drinks throughout the night so it was easy to let go and have fun. Her hips rocked from the left to the right as his hands settled above her waist. Any other time, Melinda might have been a bit hesitant to have someone touch her so intimately, but it pleased her when he didn’t just assume she wanted his hands there since they were dancing. Her head nodded ‘yes’ as her fingers slid them down the last inch to rest at her waist. She winked playfully at him while turning her head to the loud music pumping through P3. The bouncy strands of her hair flowed about her face as she brought her hands up to rest at his chest for a second. To her surprise and delight, it was fairly easy dancing with him since he didn’t do anything that would have made her feel uncomfortable or inexperience. A perfect dancing partner. It was easy to see how Brie and he got along well on the dance floor for performances. <br><br>Melinda lowered her eyes to his feet, quickly noticing his feet’s movements before matching it with something of her own. Surprisingly, she could move fairly without the heels being a hindrance for having a good time. Some people wore heels while for others, the shoes became an extended part of themselves. After wearing them for so long, Melinda could do a lot of things in heels that others couldn't due to training herself with lots of practice. By the middle of the song, she was dancing around in tune with the music doing the dance moves memorized from watching the music video when she was younger. Her hands came up to do a rolling motion with her hands like back when she was younger as her hips did an upward gyrating motion. She laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever before transitioning back into the moves shown to her by Jaxom at the beginning of their dance. <br><br>The music slowed down for a split second as those around them continued dancing yet their bodies became almost dreamlike as if suspended in time, and then the beat speed back up. It was too early for her when the song ended. In that brief second of silence between switching songs, she leaned up to Jaxom to plant a kiss on his cheek for dealing with her dancing with the grace of a feline. She whispered to next to his ear so that he could hear her over the next song beginning to play, "Thanks, Jax." It amused her that she might surprised him with knowing his name before pulling away from him a little and continued to groove to the music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 00:41:28</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie, and Wyatt (little to no interaction).</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">A minor distraction presented itself in Jinni kissing Wyatt as though she wanted to breathe his very being into her lungs.&nbsp; Jack's cheeks burned pink in response, and she turned her chair so that she could not see any more.&nbsp; Seeing a couple adoring each other did little but bring to mind her faults and tendency to distrust men, and it wasn't something she really had the desire to dwell upon, even as she silently hoped it would work out for the pair.&nbsp; She slid her hand through her hair while listening to Brie - truly enjoying their conversation.&nbsp; She slicked her fingers again through her hair to little avail, and the silken strands fell down around her face.&nbsp; <br><br>Initially, she was afraid that Brie would clam up with her admission - but to her relief, the woman seemed only shocked and surprised by what she'd said.&nbsp; That in and of itself was, perhaps, a good sign.&nbsp; One more step, she thought.&nbsp; All she had to do was keep talking and very slowly.&nbsp; It would be a small truth at a time, though she didn't think they'd react well to discovering her father.&nbsp; Jack bit her lower lip.&nbsp; <em>But I'm a good person, regardless of my ... unique heritage</em>, she thought, her expression briefly firming with resolve.&nbsp; As it was, if everyone followed a destined path, the world would be not as well off as it could be.<br><br>At least, unless you were the child of a Charmed One.&nbsp; She smiled at what Brie then said.&nbsp; "A twin.&nbsp; That's absolutely amazing.&nbsp; As an only child, I've always wanted ... a lot of family.&nbsp; You're lucky, I think, to have him, and your cousins."&nbsp; Jack had thought that perhaps Brie would have picked up on the hint that she was trying to give - that her uncle was telepathic, but not every clue was obvious, and she remained on the fence with how much information to give away.&nbsp; "I'll certainly keep in mind to call you, tomorrow.&nbsp; I've no need to go into work for the next few days unless I'm called in - so I'll have a bit of time to spare."&nbsp; Of course, Jack didn't say that she wouldn't be called in unless there was a murder, however, she wasn't looking to drown the mood at the bar into the ground.&nbsp; The temptation to look back at Wyatt again was incredibly strong, but she decided it would be best if she minded her own business.&nbsp; Something puzzled her, now that she thought about it regarding the woman, Jinni, and made her want to rub the back of her neck until the odd feeling she got went away.<br><br>Twice blessed man.&nbsp; She thought that he'd be more ... awesome?&nbsp; Secure of himself?&nbsp; A tiny, amused smile curled her lips as she smothered the need to giggle.&nbsp; The children of the Charmed Ones were delightfully ordinary.&nbsp; Taking up the napkin Brie gave her, she looked at it, memorised the number, and tucked it in her purse just in case.&nbsp; She pressed the button on her reader and tucked it into her purse, which was a pretty affair in white hemp that matched her boots.&nbsp; "You're right, of course ... now is hardly the ... time."&nbsp; Suddenly her shoulders tightened, heart jumping into her throat as Jack thought she saw a familiar face she really ... did not want, nor expect to see, and she rubbed the centre of her forehead with her thumb, index, and middle fingers.<br><br>Placing her hands flat on the bar, she waited for the sudden urge to set something on fire to pass, then finished the refilled measure of her drink, quaffing it back quickly.&nbsp; Her laughter was nervous and somewhat unsettled, but she decided to mask it with a smile.&nbsp; <em>God, I am terrible at being a social person.&nbsp; Why not just ice me over now and have done with it?</em>&nbsp; Yet, Brie seemed to be enjoying her company, which was a pleasant surprise.&nbsp; <em>Next stop, actually not failing at talking to a man.&nbsp; Maybe next year.</em>&nbsp; "I would say that I've not casually talked crime in some time, but that wouldn't be entirely true," she replied with a slight smirk.&nbsp; <br><br>"Though, on another topic, Sam Huang - the one you are likely thinking - does run the apothecary shop ... but he worked at Magic School for years before that.&nbsp; I didn't come around until after ... after my mother was murdered, which wasn't until I was a teenager, and even in those years, I spent a lot of my time getting in trouble not ... of my own making."&nbsp; Bounty hunter after hunter tried to drag her to the Underworld for her suitability, it was said, in fulfilling some nutty prophecy, or being a guard for the most evil of demons.&nbsp; She'd only been down there a once against her will, and it was not an experience she desired to repeat.&nbsp; Some people might have said she was an awful Phoenix Witch - but the way she saw it was that only certain souls deserved wrath visited upon them, not all, and not even most.<br><br>The talk turning to their mothers seemed to make Jack ... go quiet briefly.&nbsp; "I miss my mother - and I would rather be compared to her than my father.&nbsp; He is ..." Jack paused, and her fingers curled around the edge of the bar.&nbsp; "Lets just say he was never there, and when he was, he did nothing but cause more trouble for me.&nbsp; It is his fault my mother is gone now, but I've long ago accepted there are things we cannot change, and things that are fated to happen.&nbsp; The world needs balance."&nbsp; There was no way she intended to say that her father was a powerful half-demon.&nbsp; Not yet, anyway.&nbsp; If asked, she wouldn't lie, but it seemed to be rather bad timing.&nbsp; Besides.&nbsp; It wasn't as if the man really would pop up here.&nbsp; While he'd been something of a neutral party for the Charmed Ones and often gave them tips - it didn't change the fact that he'd literally made her life ... a living hell, in some aspects. <br><br>She smiled at Brie.&nbsp; "For all that my life has been a relatively bumpy ride, I've enjoyed what I've had of it, really.&nbsp; Besides."&nbsp; Jack cleared her throat and eyed Brie with a deadpan expression, and very calm demeanour.&nbsp; "Death ... is not the end of things.&nbsp; It is only a transition," she replied, quoting her Uncle word for word, and with a slightly thickened accent for amusement sake.&nbsp; "I probably should have warned you that I have my silly moments, even being past thirty."&nbsp; She took a deep breath, and tapped her heels on the chair.&nbsp; <br><br>The temptation, now, was impossible to resist.&nbsp; Snatching up one of the napkins, she tugged out a pen, and wrote a single, quick sentence, turned it face side down, and passed it to Brie.&nbsp; The bit of paper read: <em>Firestarter, and Phoenix Witch - though I am horrible at the vengeance game.</em><br><br>Anxiously, she watched Brie's face.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more than someone to talk to that was at least somewhat near her own age about ... things.&nbsp; Pretending to be entirely normal was damned hard, some days.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 18:57:52</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> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Wyatt, everyone near</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>Jinni stood there looking at Wyatt for a moment and then licked her lips, still tasting his. She didn't say anything just sort of looked around, her lips pressed together and took a step back. Her deep blue eyes shifted toward the bartender and ordered a drink, regardless of the fact she had likely had enough, but it was just one of those moments. The young gypsy glanced toward Jack and tilted her head ever so slightly. Something was different about her, she could feel it. Different than the feeling she got with Angel, and different than all the Halliwells, but somehow similar. It had to be magic of some sort. Her gaze moved across the room to see Angel dancing with Lee and then back to Wyatt again. She flushed pink at the realization she did just kiss him in front of everyone. <br><br><strong>"Umm...&nbsp; I think I see PJ..."</strong><br><br>She moved over and grabbed up her drink from the bartender and started heading off to walk around the club. Whether or not she actually saw Prue or not was hard to say, but she was a little embarrassed by her own actions. The night was crazy and she could feel something in the air. Something that made her uneasy. <br><br><em> What is going on? Somethings wrong.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:13:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance floor, moving back to the Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br><hr><br>Lee found herself liking the man she was dancing with. He made her laugh and didn't seem to take himself too seriously, despite claiming he was just as much married to his work as she was. She knew, firsthand, it was an easy trap to fall into, getting so wrapped up in your work that everything else faded and some of the joy (no matter how much you loved what you were doing) could get sucked out of life. She had learned that balance was as necessary in her own life as it was to keeping her plants healthy.<br><br>She wouldn't admit it to her cousins (she'd never hear the end of the teasing!) but she learned a lot from her plants.<br><br>When she felt his hands drop lower on her hips she made note of it. It seemed he liked having his hair stroked. With the sheer size of him, and the way he towered over her, it put her in mind of a lion purring at having his mane caressed. It was something she'd remember later and that put a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she looked up at him. Knowing what drew a partners interest was never a bad thing.<br><br>At the comment about needing to get more tequila into her before he'd answer her question she laughed brightly and turned in his arm, putting her back to him while sliding her hands down over his to keep them on her hips, and him against her, as she sashayed and danced her way off the dance floor and toward the bar. Grinning over her shoulder and up at him she announced, "I bought the last round, this one's on you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 20:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Chit-chat with the big sis</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: PJ</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton glanced up as the waiter returned with their drinks and she accepted hers with a cheeky grin. She didn't bother to tease him anymore since he'd soon be back to telling her no. No reason to give him extra incentive really, Prue's say so was enough. <br><br>Sighing she sat forward some and sipped at her drink, finding it pleasant enough. Her gaze&nbsp; slipped back toward the tall man on the dance floor again and she swore he seemed familiar somehow. She couldn't make out his features clearly but there was something about him. It was gonna bug her until she figured it out. She hadn't slept with him. Oh no, she'd definitely remember that. So what was it? Shaking her head she turned back to Prue and took a sip of her drink just as her sister spoke, <em><strong>"Pay... do you like Kenny? I mean like, not friend like, but boyfriend like him?"</strong></em><br><br>Payton almost choked on her drink. Luckily she had only sipped it or likely her sister and the table would have caught it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Kenny?!”</strong> She frowned and toyed with her hair some as she thought about that. It was a logical conclusion in some ways. The whole Kenny as a boyfriend thing. He was definitely attractive, and she definitely loved him but she want 'in' love with him. He was just... Kenny. Sure, they'd been each other's firsts but that more than anything was why they both knew there was nothing romantic there. There were too many things that just made that impossible, on her end anyhow.<br><br><strong>“Umm... Kenny is like my best friend. I love him to death but he's...”</strong>[/b] She searched&nbsp; for the right words but could only come up with, <strong>“Kenny. I mean, really he's not my type. I just... I worry about him, ya know.”</strong> She hoped that would suffice because she didn't really want to dig around in her overly complicated feelings for the boy. The darkness in him scared her, made her worry for him and want to protect him. <br><br><strong>“What made you ask that anyhow?”</strong> Payton made a face and reached for her drink again.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 23:57:38</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt smiled with a small nod to Jinni... not sure of what had just happened.&nbsp; I mean, sure he knew she had just kissed him, but where did they stand now?&nbsp; He wasn't positive, but he knew where he wanted to stand.&nbsp; He followed her to the bar and beyond as she began to walk about the club.&nbsp; He looked around to see if he could spot PJ... but didn't see her immediately.<br><br><strong>"Hmmm I don't see her, Jinni."</strong><br><br>He moved to stand beside her... his hand confidently slipping into hers.&nbsp; If she rebuked that, he would know where he -didn't- stand and if she allowed it, he would have a pretty good idea.&nbsp; If she allowed him to do so he gave her hand a little squeeze.&nbsp; He didn't have the words, so he would let his actions speak for him... at least for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 00:06:10</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 bar booth<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br><strong>“Umm... Kenny is like my best friend. I love him to death but he's...Kenny. I mean, really he's not my type. I just... I worry about him, ya know. What made you ask that anyhow?”</strong><br><br>PJ had looked back toward the group of her cousins and saw Jinni then Wyatt not far from her. They both looked a bit flustered and she had to wonder what was going on over there. Hopefully it wasn't anything seriously wrong. Her mind shifted to the boy that they had left with Leo and the demon that Wyatt had mentioned. Her focus was soon swung back to Payton as she spoke about Kenny and her question on if there was infact anything more going on with the two of them. She loved her sister and wanted her to be happy even if it meant being with a ragtag like Kenny.<br><br><strong>"Oh.. no reason.. I just notice how upset you get when he does stupid things like leaving you alone at a club while he runs off to someone else. I can only hope you aren't too invested in that boy. He seems like such a bad boy and I just don't want you to get your heart broken. I know its going to happen eventually... but if i can prevent it for as long as possible, it'll.... well.. I guess it'll make me feel better."</strong><br><br>She grimaced a little at her admission and sipped at her drink before continuing on that train of thought with a slight sigh.<br><br><strong>"I guess it selfish of me. I just want you to be happy, Pay. You deserve that much. I'd do anything to be sure you found that. Leave it up to me to live vicariously through my baby sister."</strong><br><br>Prue chuckled a bit and pushed her fingers back through her dark brown hair. She didn't really believe in love, well at least not for herself. All the letters she got in her inbox everyday made her believe a little more in it. It was something the world had but she couldn't allow for herself. The Halliwell curse was far too real for her. She kept remembering how her mother had passed, Aunt Paige, Aunt Piper, and even before that her namesake, Prudence. Death was scary and the one thing in her life she was most afraid of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 00:29:27</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> <br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Wyatt, everyone near</strong></span></span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>She had started across the club. Whether or not she had seen PJ or not was an unsure thing. She was just walking away at an almost too swift pace. Her mind was reeling with what she had done and where she was going with it. The dark voice in her mind was telling her to stop. To turn around and go back. Just as the nagging was getting to her she felt a hand slip into hers. The dark haired gypsy stopped and turned to look at Wyatt. The Halliwell male was handsome and powerful. Probably more than most realized. She could feel it resonating through his core. The tingling deep inside her vibrated as he held her small hand tightly in his.<br><br><strong>"Hmmm I don't see her, Jinni."</strong><br><br>His words rang in her head. It was something he said as she had walked off. She pressed her lips tightly together and then parted them to speak. Nothing would come out but her eyes searched his and then looked around at those around them. She could sense everyone staring at her, or maybe it was just her own paranoia making it seem like everyone was watching. Swallowing hard she tried to find her voice and finally squeaked out a reply.<br><br><strong>"Umm.. I need air. Can we get air?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 07:52:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance floor, moving back to the Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Paisley</div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br><br>"<strong>Oh, I see you've got a cruel streak in you. Making me pay on a teacher's salary. Devilish woman. </strong> " he said with a grin. <strong>'It's ok. I have a weakness for bad girls. </strong>"<br><br>He leaned an elbow onto the bar, and raised two fingers toward the tender. "<strong>Tequila</strong>." <br><br>He noted that at this point wherever he ended up tonight he'd be going there in a taxi. He could still drive but it wasn't worth the risk with as many shots as he'd had tonight. Looking at Paisley he had a good idea where he wanted to end up tonight and the thought brought a dark and sultry smile to his lips as he stared down into her eyes. He didn't get any of that vibe of hesitance from her like he did with Jinni. She was here for the same reason he was. Because all work and no play made Jack a crazy boy. Perhaps tonight would see them both a well-deserved chance to play. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 09:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: beige;" class="bbc_color">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br>Tray was actually relieved at Austins reply, although he really shouldn't be surprised, he thought.&nbsp; There wasn't any real reason why Austin would say no, well, there was, but he knew that his friend wouldn't actually turn him down.&nbsp; He did feel relieved that he wasn't going into this with nothing, while it didn't pay all that well, he did have a job, and paying his own way meant a lot to him.<br><br>The mention of a bigger place was a surprise though.&nbsp; Up until than, he had no problem with the prospect of slumming it on Austins couch, and since he wasn't all that shy, really didn't care that they'd be all up in each others personal space.&nbsp; But a bigger place did sound nice, and depending on the price, well it should be way cheaper than what he was paying at the old place.&nbsp; So he nodded, clinked his glass against his friends, and than remembered that this is where he was supposed to speak.<br><br>"<strong>That sounds nice, man.</strong>"&nbsp; And than a sly look crossed over his features.&nbsp; "<strong>And think about how impressive it'll be to bring someone home to somewhere nice and roomy.</strong>"&nbsp; He stretched out his arms and legs as if to stress those words, and winked at Austin.&nbsp; And than sobering, he tilted his head, and his eyes traveled the room for his twin, zeroing in on her almost instantly, a trick he's always had growing up.&nbsp; His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, wondering if his twin was thinking of something sad.&nbsp; He shook it off, it wasn't like he could actually read her mind, well not in the literal sense of the word, at least.<br><br>"<strong>I almost forgot, Bri wanted to chill with us for a bit.&nbsp; You up to it?</strong>"&nbsp; His eyes returned to Austin as he spoke, his expression back to normal by than.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 03:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev6-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, back at the bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br><hr><br>On the other end of the bar from her family now, she waved to them while continuing to sway to the music and waiting for the bartender to bring them the shots Angel ordered for them. With a smirk on her lips she grinned up at the tall man and moved when the man beside them left his stool. Hooking the heels of her boots onto the cross bars in the legs she didn't boost herself onto the seat but stood on them, using a grip on Angel's arm for balance as she finally stood even with his 6'8 frame.<br><br>Reaching up she brushed a stray hair away from his forehead once more, her dark eyes glittering with amusement, and something darker, as they met on a level with his own, "A cruel streak huh? I don't think I've ever been accused of that before. At least not by anyone not related to me. Sister of course always find reasons to think each other are mean but that's family."<br><br>Hearing the slide of the shot glasses on the bar she dropped a tip for the bartender and clinked her glass against Angel's as a smirk tugged at her lips, "I have, however, been accused of being rather naughty on occasion," she teased before sliding her free hand into the hair at the back of his head and leaning in close. With a low chuckle in her throat she murmured, "Hold still," before sprinkling a line of salt on his skin and slowly licking that line clean from his flesh. Grabbing her shot glass she quickly downed the tequila with the taste of salt and skin still on her lips and then slammed it to the bar.<br><br>Shifting on the bar stool she leaned back slightly, bracing herself on the bar itself instead of him now and grinning impishly, "Your turn...if you dare," she taunted playfully.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 17:29:33</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3, Heading out to the Streets of San Francisco<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt looked concerned as Jinni asked to get some air.&nbsp; He nodded... a bit afraid that they might run into another demon, but confident that he could handle things if needs be.&nbsp; He gave her hand a small squeeze and led her out the door into the cool night air... the bouncer gave a smile and a nod to his boss and Wyatt smiled back.&nbsp; Walking with Jinni, he started to move down the sidewalk as people milled about in party mode.&nbsp; He glanced sidelong to the beautiful woman and spoke.<br><br><strong>"Did you have somewhere specific that you wanted to go, Jinni?&nbsp; Is everything alright?"</strong><br><br>Maintaining his soft grip on her hand, he allowed her to direct where they were to go.&nbsp; He looked up at the starry sky... though it was hard to make out because of the lights of the city and the cloudy night.&nbsp; He sighed wistfully and wondered what was going to happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 08:58:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance floor, moving back to the Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Paisley</div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br><br>Well now that was new. Pleasantly new. He'd been to clubs before of course, but somehow he'd avoided being licked in public up until now. Who'd have ever thought it would be such a delightful experience? He put his hands on her hips as she stood up on the crossbars of her stool to ensure she did not slip from her rather precarious perch. <br><br>As she leaned back against the bar he tilted his head slightly while looking her up and down. One could almost say his eyes were already licking her. Yanno...if that weren't such a corny thing to say. He claimed the saltshaker with one hand, and trailed a finger up her side with the other. <br><br>"<strong>Now...do I get to put it anywhere I want</strong>?" He tilted the shaker just enough that it would almost spill over and let it hover over a few suggestive places just long enough to put the exact image in her head that he wanted her to have. Then he floated it up higher toward slightly less scandalous regions of her body and finally layed a thin line in the delicate curve between neck and shoulder before claiming it with his tongue and slamming back his shot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 20:16:08</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> <br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Location: P3 bar<br>Tagged: Wyatt</strong></span></span></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>Starting for the door she was thankful and not too surprised that he accepted her desire to go outside. There were too many people in this room and the amount of supernatural energies was overwhelming. She couldn't decipher where it all came from but was sure the majority of it was from the Halliwells and that voice that kept directing her where it wanted her to go. She slipped her hand free of his and moved it into the crook of Wyatt's arm to steady her steps as she gave a glance to Angel. Something about that man was electrifying and she very well could have ended up somewhere else that night if her desires for the man at her side weren't so strong. <br><br><strong>"Did you have somewhere specific that you wanted to go, Jinni?&nbsp; Is everything alright?"</strong><br><br>With a shake of her head, her dark locks tumbled forward some and she gave him a forced smile. It was still a smile, more than she could have mustered up for anyone else but still for the Halliwell eldest male she would do it. <br><br><strong>"Nowhere in particular.. just more privacy.. quieter... with air. I think I drank too much. Angel sure can be a devil in disguise. He knows how to party."</strong><br><br>She chuckled some and slipped past the bouncers with him. A deep breath in of the night air helped to calm her swaying a bit and ease the boiling blood that raced through her veins. Directing Wyatt toward the side of the building she looked skyward then spoke quietly.<br><br><strong>"You ever wish you were a star in the sky just looking down at everything below, shining your light on the world with all the beauty that you were?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 03:20:01</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 - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 18:39:50</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Streets of San Fransisco to P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni, all the Halliwells<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Jinni's talk of Angel caused a twinge of jealousy again as he walked with her... which was uncalled for, he realized.&nbsp; After all, who was she here with, holding hands right now?&nbsp; Who had she kissed so passionately in the club?&nbsp; He felt a lot better with that thought, a smile on his face as he offered a nod to her question.&nbsp; As they rounded the building, Wyatt looked back up at the sky and sighed wistfully.<br><strong><br>"That sounds like you, Starlight.&nbsp; Beautiful and noble, shining bright."</strong><br><br>He smiled a bit at the little pet name had just made for her.&nbsp; Somehow it seemed fitting.&nbsp; Despite the demons and darkness on the horizon, Wyatt felt like things were finally right in the world.&nbsp; He felt light as a feather, like the winds could sweep him up and carry him to the heavens to look down on the world from above.&nbsp; During the course of their walk, he explained what had happened in the alleyway with the demon and the boy.&nbsp; Like all good things however, their time together that night had to eventually end.&nbsp; It was midnight when he felt his cell phone buzz.&nbsp; Pausing, he took it out of his pocket and checked the text message that he had received.&nbsp; His face turned serious and he turned to Jinni.<br><br><strong>"That was my dad.&nbsp; The boy woke up and I need to gather everyone at the manor to find out what's going on.&nbsp; I want to do this again, though... spend time with you I mean."</strong><br><br>He quickly sent out a mass text to all the Halliwells as he waited for Jinni's reply.&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>Everyone meet at manor asap.&nbsp; Family emergency.&nbsp; Will explain shortly."</strong></em><br><br>He followed that up with a reply text to Leo.<br><br><em><strong>brt</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 20:15:24</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Taking a Breather - <strong> P3, Out in Alleyway.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack had needed a breather after speaking to Brie.&nbsp; At that point, she was fairly sure her words had either frightened the woman - or something else.&nbsp; She'd never prized herself on being good with people, or any sort of conversationalist.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides.&nbsp; If she needs anything else, I explained well enough to the bartender that I went outside."</strong>&nbsp; She had no idea what had possessed her to explain - more or less - to Brie what she was.&nbsp; Like an insane impulse - it had been.&nbsp; Her mother would have been wary and less than pleased had she'd been still living.&nbsp; Trouble was that Jack had never fully lived up to the ideals behind being a Phoenix witch: killing innocents regardless of whom they were had always made her squeamish: she'd maybe managed a total of one or two in her short life so far.<br><br>It was nice to have a bit of quiet time - as it helped her think.&nbsp; Otherwise, she'd have probably needed to have explained herself awkwardly to Wyatt and Jinni.&nbsp; She'd been pretty sure they'd gone back inside - or perhaps around the other side of the building some time ago.&nbsp; If not for the need she had to occasionally set things on fire - hiding in plain sight might have been a good deal easier.&nbsp; As she stood in the alleyway, flames slowly filled her hands, easing the prickling sensation that had slowly begun to build as she walked into the bar, far out of her element earlier.&nbsp; Jack closed her hands and took a deep breath, dousing the flames.&nbsp; Most of the time she didn't really need to burn anything - not anymore.&nbsp; Just ... a release of fire was more than good enough.<br><br><strong>"I feel better already,"</strong> she murmured, leaning against the wall of P3 and tipping back her head.<br><br><strong>"That's not a good thing,"</strong> an unfamiliar voice replied.&nbsp; <strong>"It wouldn't be any good if you felt comfortable in my presence."</strong>&nbsp; Jack startled and went completely invisible as a man - or what seemed to be a man stood on the other side of the alley way in a duster and relatively plain and unassuming attire.&nbsp; The Inspector went white; it was the face she'd seen in the crowd inside.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you ... following me?"</strong>&nbsp; Dark haired and with an annoyed expression, the man replied. <br><br><strong>"Do you think I'd answer if I wasn't following you?&nbsp; Witches.&nbsp; You're all the same.&nbsp; Always thinking that you might have a chance to escape or make some kind of ridiculous deal."</strong>&nbsp; He spread his hands, and smiled - though none of it lit his eyes.&nbsp; It was the strange thing for demons - as they didn't feel the same way humans did as far as emotion.&nbsp; It was one thing that usually got the low level ones killed pretty fast: being unable to fake it.</span></span><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Bounty Hunter</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>To Track a Witch, Alleyway, Pressing toward Parking Lot</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Cold one tonight!'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/BountyHunter1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack pursed her lips together, already wary.&nbsp; The more they talked the more likely he'd been following her around a good while, and she just didn't notice.&nbsp; <strong>"How do you know--"</strong><br><br><strong>"--I'm a witch?"</strong> the hunter imitated and finished her sentence in a higher pitched falsetto.&nbsp; The Inspector shuddered slightly, feeling the temperature drop in the alley way quite sharply.&nbsp; It would be a real problem if it got too cold, as her powers tended not to work so very well.&nbsp; That ... was the price of the bindings her uncle had placed on her demonic abilities - rendering Jack only slightly stronger and faster than a witch.&nbsp; It had been something she'd very willingly agreed to, but moments like this made her wonder.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, now that's just creepy.&nbsp; Now look.&nbsp; I don't ... want anything to do with your kind.&nbsp; I've made that plain enough I would think - as the years have passed.&nbsp; How long have you been following me?"</strong>&nbsp; Jack really, really hated hurting people, and so far - this one hadn't acted.&nbsp; So in theory, perhaps she could figure out whom had sent him, and how--<br><br><strong>"You think way too much for your own good, but four years, if you must know,"</strong> he continued.&nbsp; Pellets of ice and snow shot from his fingers.&nbsp; Jack's eyes went wide as she covered her eyes.&nbsp; There wasn't enough time to go completely invisible, so she let the ice pass through her to strike the wall rather harmlessly, where it spread out and along that surface to the floor.&nbsp; She tried to avoid it with her feet, choosing to walk toward the entrance of the alley rather than further into it.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to end up trapped. <strong>"That's ... um clever.&nbsp; Someone clearly told you something I would be hard pressed to deal with."</strong><br><br><strong>"You talk entirely too much for a witch."</strong><br><br><strong>"Maybe I'm just trying to give you a chance to leave me alone."</strong><br><br>Truth was - she couldn't really fight him very well - running would have been smarter.&nbsp; <strong>"And miss out on the price on your head?&nbsp; Not bloody likely!"</strong><br><br>Jack frowned, and let a circle of fire surround her feet.&nbsp; She'd just have to wait him out - as he countered her fire blasts with ice.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm a boring target.&nbsp; You don't even want me.&nbsp; Really."</strong><br><br>The Bounty Hunter laughed softly, slinging a big gob of what looked like snow at Jack's face.&nbsp; She ducked, and watched it hit a parked car that suddenly froze to a block of ice, and shattered into a zillion piece.&nbsp; <strong>"You know - this is so not my kind of snowball fight!"</strong>&nbsp; She yelled.&nbsp; <strong>"Go away!&nbsp; Shoo, shoo dammit it!&nbsp; Someone is going to see us.&nbsp; You're being an idiot!"</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 02:59:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev6-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Paisley “Lee” Halliwell <br><strong>Creature:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br><hr><br>The last two hours had been a joy for Lee. After the body shot she'd dragged Angel back out onto the dance floor, chatting a bit, but mostly just dancing, pushing the boundaries of what was appropriate in such a public venue and savoring the back and forth of them both taunting each other. She knew it had been far too long since she had just let herself go and relax, and that she might be going overboard but she didn't really care. This man was gorgeous and virile, and she had every intention of just letting the night go where it would...especially if it meant it went back to her place!<br><br>And then she felt it, a vibration against her outer thigh that made her groan in annoyance and reach down to pluck her cell phone from a special holder she'd had fitted to the boots. With their family, and it's history you never knew when an "emergency" could crop up. Granted they hadn't had a real demon emergency in quite some time but they were all, always prepared for it to happen. Looking at the screen, and Wyatt's text, she sighed, a frown touching her features.<br><br>Putting the phone back in her boot she looked at the mountain of a man she'd been dancing with and sighed softly. Taking his hand she led him off the floor and back to the bar where she motioned to one of the bartenders that she was going to need a cab. She'd had too much to drink to risk driving back to the Manor. Grabbing a pen she grinned at Angel and pulled herself up on a stool so she was on a level with him once more. Taking his hand in hers, she wrote her number out on his arm, just above his wrist where it wouldn't be likely to come off due to the sweat from a drink glass.<br><br>"The message was a family emergency," she said and glanced at her cousins, sure more than one would have their phones out or be in the process of taking their own leave, "I have to go but call me and we'll see what a home cooked dinner <em>and</em> two snickers bars if worth to you!" she teased before reaching out to him impulsively and drawing him close, a smirk on her lips as she let them touch his gently, wanting one small taste of him before she ran to her families call.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 18:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Alleyway/Parking Lot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline/ Strange man<br><em>Dude, what happened to my car?</em><br><br><hr><br>Melly’s dancing like a madwoman ended about an hour ago, and now she was back relaxing at the bar with a drink in front of her. Yes, she was a little tipsy. Okay, she was more than tipsy, but for now she was perfectly fine scrolling through the various messages and emails on her phone while occasionally raising her hand into the air as her hip shimmied in the little bar stool. The random “that’s my song!” would erupt from her lips unexpectedly along with a wink in the direction of any young, playful man in her vicinity. It was not long before water replaced her shots along with something to put on her stomach. By the time the text came through her phone, she was feeling a bit tired and ready to leave the club since everything in the noise of nightlife was suddenly annoying her. She wanted her big, comfortable bed and some cheese crackers to nibble on before slumping into sleep. She could not help but scrunch up her nose at Wyatt's message since it meant that comfortable bed and crackers would have to wait a little while longer. Two words also stood out to her like red neon lights in Vegas. <em>Family emergency.</em> Those words meant the problem at the manor was not going to be ice cream and cupcakes. <br><br>Her hand lifted to rub against her temples before yawning slightly. Thankfully, she was steady on her feet after drinking nearly three cups of water along with eating several crackers for the past fifty minutes. She gave a little wave to the bartender before heading toward the exit door. Melinda could not help but notice how people were still lined up outside of the club to get inside once the cold air greeted her body. “Shoots!” She mumbled under her breath while fumbling around for her car keys in the little clutch purse. <em>To drive or not to drive.</em> The thought crossed her mind as she glanced around the faces outside for her family members. There was no chance of her being able to find them in the club since it was entirely too crowded and loud for them to hear her calling out their names. The option to just walk up to the DJ and cut the music off for an announcement did not seem like a viable option in her mind. That was probably a good thing since young Payton probably would have blushed scarlet to the roots of her hair. A faint memory replayed in her mind since her mother actually did something similar to Melinda when she was at high school party pass curfew. <br><br>Melinda began walking over the parking lot since she remembered seeing Lee’s car parked across from hers when she’d first arrived to the club earlier in the night. It only made sense that her cousin would drive back since she lacked the ability to orb. Melly could orb, but orbing while tipsy in the past lead to some uncomfortable situations. Staring down at the blue light coming from her phone, she suddenly glanced up when something solid whizzed pass her face. “What in hell?” In front of her was some type of scene playing out, and it was drawing closer out of the alleyway towards pedestrian cars. It was the woman Brie was chatting with about two hours ago...except she was surrounded by fire. The phone dropped from her hands in surprise since there were voices of people exiting the club just around the corner. Even though she’d never been in a situation with a threat, it was drilled into her head by both of her parents that mortals could not handle magic in their lives. She was frozen in disbelief for a second until a huge block of glog of something hit her car, turning it into what looked look unbreakable ice. <br><br>Melinda's fist clenched together, hard enough for her nails to dig into skin. Her car was not the best…but it got her where she needed to go. And, she was nearly done paying on it. Now, her car was inside of an icicle for a few seconds before completely shattering. The insurance companies would laugh at her if she told them about this occurring before hanging up the phone on her. “Hey Blondie!” A scowl appeared on her face as she raised a hand up to about chest level. “That was my car!” Anger coursed through her veins from all the bullshit from earlier as she released it through magic. The huge garbage bin (http://jameystegmaier.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/3yd_bin1.jpg) on the side of him disappeared into a flurry of blue orbs before it reappeared behind him and swung towards him like a heavy sledgehammer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 02:29:48</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">Roomies<br>Tagging Tray</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><br>It had been quite an evening. The beginning had been particularly heinous starting out with another murder. Austin quickly made a realization at the crime scene that it was supernatural which worried him. Some demon could easily break the universal code of maintaining the Underworld’s secrecy. The ramifications could be disastrous. Tipping the balance was one thing, but completely turning the world on its head was ludicrous. While not interested in saving mortals, secrecy was one taboo that was never questioned. It was burned into his mind during his training with his father. Demons that flouted the law were dispatched by other demons, or even more powerful creatures. The same was true of the world of the good. Austin learned of entities known simply as The Cleaners who worked to ensure the mortal world stayed obtuse to the magical world.<br><br>The evening started to look up as he arrived at P3 and met up with Tray. His longest friend then asked him if they could become roommates. Austin thought it was a good idea. It was easier to keep an eye on Tray living with him. In a world where young guys were being slaughtered in back alleys Austin was concerned for his friend.<br><br>Moving in together permanently seemed like a likely next step. Tray crashed at Austin’s frequently, and now it would be formalized. It also gave Austin a push to move into the larger condo available in his building. He had been considering it since it went on the market. The price recently dropped and now attainable. <br><br>The two spent some time with Tray’s twin, Bri. She was just as easy going as Tray – well – as easy going as twins could be. A bit mischievous when together. P3 was hopping and Austin quickly began to forget about the experiences earlier in the day.<br><br>“So when is this move gonna happen?” Austin asked when he found himself alone with Tray, unbeknownst the Halliwell witches were summoned for a family gathering.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 08:50:21</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> <br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Location: Outside P3<br>Tagged: Wyatt</strong></span></span></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong><br>"That sounds like you, Starlight.&nbsp; Beautiful and noble, shining bright. That was my dad.&nbsp; The boy woke up and I need to gather everyone at the manor to find out what's going on.&nbsp; I want to do this again, though... spend time with you I mean."</strong><br><br>He just called her Starlight. Jinni couldn't help but smile at him and become all awe struck. It would have been a perfect time to lean up against a building and make out like high school kids but then his phone had to buzz. She silently fought back the urge to curse that boy for interrupting. Jin was a bit scared that she would even think that way over something so trivial as a slight interruption. She sighed and knew he had to go. The voice in her head calmed her and explained how it would all be worth it in the end. Being in love with a Halliwell always meant interruptions. Especially now that the demons had returned. She nodded to him and gave him a smile.<br><br><strong>"Me too. Soon. Promise?"</strong><br><br>She let her hands rest into his as she tried to keep his attention on her for just a couple more moments. She hoped for a kiss, almost prayed for it and knew she'd likely have to take it as she did before if he didn't get the hint. Her stomach flipped a few times and she felt her arm cover in goosebumps of excitement. Part of her wanted to know more about that boy and the demon but it was not her place and he didn't invite her. She all but nodded internally and then slowly let go of his hand. <br><br><strong>"I'll see you later then?"</strong><br><br>Jinni had been in a different area of the building and somehow had missed the commotion with the ice/snow and the car. Whether or not she was lucky in that was hard to say. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 16:15:44</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wyatt Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Streets of San Fransisco near the P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jinni<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt nodded to the beautiful gypsy girl in front of him.&nbsp; He leaned forward, slipping his arms around her and softly kissed her lips, the contact tender and sweet.&nbsp; Finally he broke the kiss and pulled back, his arms still around her as he spoke softly.<br><br><strong>"Promise.&nbsp; It's a date, Jinni."</strong><br><br>He was elated.&nbsp; After so long of wanting and being afraid of the consequences, he had done it... or rather she had.&nbsp; He was ecstatic regardless, the feeling of butterflies in his stomach almost enough to make him forget about the demon attack earlier.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; He reluctantly pulled away smiled at her one last time before speaking again just as he orbed away.<br><br><strong>"You can count on it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 19:22:08</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 table booth<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Meanwhile, inside the club Prue was having a little heart to heart with her baby sister when her phone buzzed inside her pocket. With a furrowed brow she tugged it out. It wasn't often she got texts, especially when most of the family was already there within speaking distance. Though, she figured it could be Jinni, she hadn't seen her all night. <br><br><em>1 New Message</em><br><br>Pushing back her walnut tresses from her face she ran her finger over the touch screen and watched as the message sender appeared. She wasn't ignoring her time with Payton and almost wished she hadn't bothered to look. Times like this with her sister were few and far between but apparently this one time was important. <br><br><em>Mr. Mom</em><br><br>Sighing a little she wondered just what Wyatt wanted. It had better not be business stuff. She had decided to step away from that sort for the rest of the evening, or at least a few hours, so she could spend some quality time with her sisters. Her gaze shifted toward Paisley and she couldn't help but grin. Okay, so quality time with Payton, Lee apparently had other quality time to spend elsewhere. She looked back to the phone as the message popped up on the color screen. <br><br><em>Everyone meet at manor asap.&nbsp; Family emergency.&nbsp; Will explain shortly.</em><br><br>With a furrowed brow she looked up at Payton who was likely getting the same message on her phone. The recipients had said "Halliwells". So she could only assume that meant the entirety of them. Taking a long drink from her glass she texted back a few letters, <em>brt</em> and then put the phone away.<br><br><strong>"It looks like we'll have to finish this later. You need a ride to the house, I assume, since Kenny left?"</strong><br><br>PJ usually beamed to the club but that morning she had a few errands to run and had just driven over. Unfortunately for Prue, her dinner was still in the office and she had forgotten about it completely. Maybe her new assistant would put it in the mini fridge for her, if she was lucky.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 09:26:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Bar, heading...err...home I guess. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Paisley</div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br>Well that was an unexpected end to the evening. He'd been on much the same wavelength for the better part of the night. Drinking and dancing their way toward the night's end. Sadly the night's end didn't quite match what he'd pictured in his mind. When she looked down at the pager he thought he picked up a hint of really serious concern. Serious enough that he sobered momentarily and was about to ask if there was anything he could do to help when she helped herself to his lips. <br><br>Not that he was complaining. She was welcome to the meal. He watched her turn and run to answer to her familial duties with a mix of both anticipation and frustration...but the good, fun kind of frustrated. He watched her dissapear out the door and then muttered "<strong>Shit...don't think I remembered to get her number.</strong> " <br><br>Well her family ran the place. So if he came back there was a good shot he'd run into her again. He smiled at the thought and then with a sigh of resignation as he thought of the cold shower waiting for him at home he headed outside. Though he felt good enough to drive he was a bit tipsy at this point and decided to be responsible and call himself a taxi. He enjoyed the fresh evening air while he waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 04:26:56</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Cooling Down - <strong> P3, Parking Lot.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">At first Jack didn't notice the Halliwell witch that had appeared out in the parking lot, being more than well enough occupied with the bounty hunter that had decided to play a game of cat and mouse - and she most certainly was not the cat - even with her gun and badge.&nbsp; In this fight, such items didn't really mean much.&nbsp; Demonic Bounty Hunters had a reputation for catching what ever it was they intended to get - dead or alive.&nbsp; This one seemed to want her wounded, struggling, and alive, which was even more worrisome.&nbsp; <strong>"Look, stupid. I said I don't want to get involved in whatever scheme sent you mistakenly after me."</strong> A glob of freezing cold material landed all too close to her leg, and crept along her boot.&nbsp; Horrified as the leather started to freeze, she shifted her left as close to the circle of fire around her as she dared to melt the ice.&nbsp; The flames caught along her skirt and singed it, but this was hardly the time to be concerned about fashion disasters.&nbsp; <br><br>In general, the fire wouldn't hurt her, but the ice would have undoubtedly been almost lethal.&nbsp; Pressing her hands together, Jacqueline sighed, and let go of that release inside that held her magic hidden in part due to the intricate tattoos on her neck and back that generally went unseen.&nbsp; Flames shot from her hands, curling into a ball of fire the size of her palm.&nbsp; Really, all she'd been trying to do was warn the hunter off.&nbsp; On the whole of things, she tried really hard not to kill bounty hunters unless they just wouldn't listen.&nbsp; Over the years, she'd managed to run away from some of them, but the trouble was that they were so ... focused that killing them was often the only alternative.&nbsp; <br><br>She flung her twin fireballs at the bounty hunter - and the man just side stepped them, laughing, as they had been pretty weak even for a witch.&nbsp; <strong>"<em>Come on</em>, doll.&nbsp; With parents like yours, I know you've got more firepower than that."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Jack made a face.&nbsp; <strong>"That's not the <em>point</em>.&nbsp; I don't like using my magic nilly willy, thank you very much!"</strong></span></span><br><br><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Bounty Hunter</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Parking Lot - Tagging Melinda</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Cold one tonight!'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/BountyHunter1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; Of course, it seemed while Jack did not notice they were observed, the demon did.&nbsp; The man scowled at Melinda after side stepping the fireballs - while ice shot from his fingers around his current quarry.&nbsp; <strong>"Run, little girl.&nbsp; You don't want to get involved in this, else I'll kill you just as dead,"</strong> he said too calmly to Melinda.&nbsp; Generally, he wasn't concerned about collateral damage, but another witch was something he hadn't been told to bother with.&nbsp; He was only to bring the cop to the underworld alive, if possible - and the one thing he was probably well known for was keeping to not killing more than the quarry he'd been assigned, unless of course he ran into bits of stupid like good witches.<br><br>Coreth couldn't stand them.&nbsp; They even smelled bad ... err, well good.&nbsp; They were almost as bad as those humans that were heavy into religion - and if he'd ever been on a free reign?&nbsp; It would have been those kind that would have been first on his list to die.&nbsp; They often made his targets harder to get to.&nbsp; The woman was bitching, it seemed, because a little bitty shard of ice had crumpled her poor little junker of a car - and really, he didn't give a rat's ass.&nbsp; A third stream of razor sharp ice pellets streamed toward and around Melinda - though not one of them actually even came close to hitting her.&nbsp; <strong>"Run away if you know what's good for you!"</strong><br><br>It was only then that Jack turned and noticed that it was Melinda he was firing those damned things at.&nbsp; <em>Oh shit, that's just not good</em>, Jack thought.&nbsp; With quick fingers, she made a protective sigil with Chinese characters in the air, with her target being the witch across the way(<em>Melinda</em>).&nbsp; A bright light flared around other woman in a wide circle just before an athame shaped ice creation went through Jack's abdomen and then slammed hard against whatever it circle it was Jack had made in a wide berth around Melinda, then vanished.&nbsp; She swayed on her feet, and cursed.&nbsp; <strong>"Not enough ... no time.&nbsp; You cheated."</strong>&nbsp; Somehow, he'd managed to keep her from using the few other active powers available to her.&nbsp; Pressing her fingers to her belly with the heel of her hand, she tried to stop the bleeding.&nbsp; It was the trouble with being mostly mortal: shit <em>hurt</em>.<br><br>The Bounty Hunter looked altogether puzzled.&nbsp; He was a demon, wasn't he?&nbsp; <strong>"You're a confused little girl if you think I intended to give you a fair fight."</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 01:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br><strong>Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3 Alleyway/Parking Lot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline/ Strange man<br><em>Dude, what happened to my car?</em><br><br><hr><br>Nothing was more annoying than being called a little girl. It was already enough that she’d grown up as the youngest in her household with nearly six pairs of eyes constantly watching. <em>Don’t let Melinda do this. Don’t let Melinda do that.</em> It was a constant tug of war to protect her from antics of rebellion and curiosity. The insult also annoyed her because he drawled the words in a condescending tone as if she was not a threat to his attack on Jacqueline. Obnoxious, another trait to add for this madman intent on causing some serious damage to those around him. His threat did not cause her to falter or even flinch since she often found those who talked a lot were not really intent on action. If anything, it made her believe that he did not want the Halliwell family on his butt. Well, that’s if he knew exactly what family she came from based on appearances. It was at the tip of her tongue to ask him if she looked like a little girl, but that would serve no purpose in this context. Not with flame and ice doing battle in front of her eyes. <br><br>She pulled back a shoe to prevent her foot from touching the ice, not wanting her body to explode like her car. Her car…the memory caused a red veil of anger to cover her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” Her hands clenched and unclenched as she debated how to get out of this situation unscathed though her mind was not the most corporative since she’d been drinking nearly all night. Damn that Conner. It would have been really nice if one of her cousins walked around the corner yet she knew it was not likely to happen. People never showed up when you most needed them. She gathered up the energies inside of her body, creating enough force in her mind to actually harm the man, when she was distracted by some form of light surrounding her body. Dark chocolate eyes shifted over to Jacqueline with a questioning. Questioning soon turned to horror as she watched some type of ice blade go right through the woman’s stomach. It was a nasty sight of blood and gore, and she paled as vomit threatened to explode. A few seconds later, ice exploded in front of her very eyes but could not touch her due to some type of shield around her. <br><br>Melinda decided she had enough of hearing this man’s mouth, and with a swish of her hand, the garbage bin made a sickening crack as it collided with his head. She winced at the sight of blood tricking down the woman as she waved her hand in the space in front of her. The shield seemed to keep stuff out but trapped inside. Hurrying over, she nudged the blonde man with her foot, but he seemed to be knocked out cold. "Great." Afterwards, she stepped forward towards Jacqueline as if trying to comprehend the wound in her body before springing into action. “Shit,” she cursed while reaching out to touch it. At the last second, she thought better of it before placing her hands at her sides. “We need to get help.” Of course, this was a statement that did not need to be said, but it was the only way for her to keep calm without passing out from shock. “You can’t go to a hospital. Can’t heal you. Wyatt. Wyatt!” The second time of saying his name came from her like a revelation before she placed a hand around the woman’s waist to help her stand. Glancing around, there wasn't anyone in view so it was safe to make a quick exit. <br><br>“Pray that we arrive in the right place. I'm still tipsy.” With those words, Melinda orbed home with the hope that Wyatt was there to be of some assistance. Some type of warning went off in her head about orbing into the manor without proper warning, but it did not make sense so she dismissed it. Instead, she pictured the living room of the manor along with her favorite sitting couch as a landing point. It took about two tries into the oddest of places. The top of an empty roof. The top of Goldengate Bridge. Finally, they were in the familiar territory of Halliwell manor. The living room. <br><br>(Moved to Halliwell Manor)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:20:30</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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Bleeding On Melinda, Good Times - <strong> P3, Parking Lot.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jack had somewhat heard what Melinda had said, as well noted that she somehow neutralised the threat of the demon trying to grab her.&nbsp; She could hardly think clearly, but had hoped the Halliwell witch hadn't seen or heard anything too suspicious, but ... then again, what difference did it make if she died?&nbsp; A faint smile curled her lips in response to the woman as she made sure the demon was out cold.&nbsp; With the ... yes.&nbsp; Orbing of the dumpster into his face, Jack realised, he wouldn't be getting up right away of his own will.<br><br>At Melinda's touch, Jacqueline murmured softly.&nbsp; <strong>"... Bound.&nbsp; Mortal.&nbsp; Fire ..."</strong> or so it seemed it was what she'd said.&nbsp; The woman shuddered as Melinda orbed them around the city - the very process making her feel like someone had torn her brains out through her nose after stirring them with a spoon.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh ... I want to die.&nbsp; Don't do ..."</strong> <br><br>Her words of course where cut off as Melinda did it again.&nbsp; <strong>"Where ever ... we're going ... I hope it is ... on the ... ground,"</strong> the Inspector finished before they vanished one more time.&nbsp; It was strange, having ones life saved.</span></span><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Bounty Hunter</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Defeated but not broken ... yet.</strong></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Just a fleshwound!'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/BountyHunter1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It took some minutes for Coreth to come around with the biggest headache he'd ever had in his life - or near enough to it that it didn't matter.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit ... I've got to get out of here,"</strong> he wheezed, trying several times to shimmer - and he did - but just three feet to the left each time after the witches had gotten away.&nbsp; He coughed violently, then cracked his neck with a groan.&nbsp; The metal trash thing hadn't killed him, but he'd be ... not quite on his feet for some time.&nbsp; He was angry as he'd not completed his objective, and was too wounded to even try to follow the witches ... that he couldn't even track for the pain in his head.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'll kill her, that's what.&nbsp; Then I'll stay on the food chain."</strong>&nbsp; Coreth spit out a tooth.&nbsp; No, he'd kill them both.&nbsp; Consequences or no, or likely die in the attempt.&nbsp; It would grow back, but for now it was annoying, missing things.&nbsp; Carefully he picked it up and put it in his coat pocket.&nbsp; <strong>"Can't leave that behind ... I'll be more than a dead man."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Rolling to the left, Coreth got to his knees, and finally after a seventh try, he shimmered away - yet, didn't realised he'd left precious flesh as well as a pooling of his own blood behind.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 07:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Chit-chat with the big sis</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: PJ</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">As odd as it was, Payton was actually enjoying her chat with PJ. Sure it highlighted the fact that there was definitely a bit of a disconnect in the family, bit it also said that maybe things could be fixed between them sorta which was ultimately good news to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost exactly as her sister pulled out her phone, Payton felt hers buzz with the short vibrations that indicated a message. At first she thought it might be Kenny, and if it was he was gonna get one helluva reply for ditching her the way he had, but the oddity of both she and PJ receiving a text at the same time made her think it was something else. <br><br>Sighing quietly she pulled out the slim device her boss had gotten for her and demanded she keep on her at all times and quickly pulled up the message. Seeing it was from <em>“Cousin Wyatt”</em> she barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It didn't take a premonition to know this was gonna be some sort of family emergency or something. She'd heard the stories about her mom and her aunts. Somehow it all seemed to fit. Her powers resurfacing suddenly, Wyatt's dream... now some sort of emergency as her phone confirmed. <br><br>Her eyes rose to her big sister as she asked about needing a ride and Pay nodded, <strong>“Guess its serious if even I'm supposed to be there.”</strong> Her lips curved upward but the smile was anything but happy, <strong>“But yeah, I could use a ride. Kenny drove us here unfortunately and figured I'd be okay since most of the fam is here.” </strong><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:39:13</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 back office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br><br>Prue nodded to Payton as she confirmed she got the same message. It must have been something serious or at the very least family necessary for everyone to have been asked to come. Nodding to the confirmation that she'd need a way to get to the manor the dark haired older Halliwell stood up from her seat. She downed the rest of her drink and started back toward her office with Payton. They'd need some where private for her to beam them over. Then, as if it were fate in the world, a waiter came rushing over to PJ as she was getting ready to head out with Payton to her office. She took the paper note and looked it over. A deep frown of urgency spread over her lips as she sighed some and then looked to her baby sister.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Come on, Pay.. I'll get you there and I'll be along as soon as I take care of this. Just let them know I'll be there when I can. This isn't something I can ignore or push to the side right now."</strong><br><br>Sighing deeply Prudence stepped into the back room then into her office. Waiting for the door to close behind them she looked to Payton and hugged her tight. It was one of those, in case I don't see you hugs. She was terrified for some reason and had been acting oddly all night. She just hoped that Wyatt could shine some light on this for them all to see. It was hard holding the burden of such news on her own when her sisters had no idea. They were all drinking and dancing and having fun. PJ was glad to let them do so. Let them enjoy the freedom and worry free mind set for a bit longer. However, now it was time to pull out the Halliwell charm again and take care of business.<br><br>Letting go of Payton, PJ smiled to her sister and closed her eyes concentrating. She didn't give Payton time to argue it or anything, she just beamed her on toward the house. Aiming for the living area as it was the most widely used and known to her. It held a larger connection to Prue than the other places in the house. In a soft beam of pink light, it enveloped her sister and sent her onward, to arrive at the Manor in a beam of pink fluff just as she left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 10:36:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Bar, heading...err...home I guess. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Err...the Night.</div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br>Angel watched this spectacle with wide eyed fascination. His first assumption of course was that he'd stumbled into some sort of movie shoot...the thing is, all this fire and ice flying around...he was pretty damn sure that was the kind of thing that was typically added in post-editing with computers...also. No cameras. Or crew. <br><br>Still it had to be some sort of TV shoot. Maybe with mini-flame throwers in that one girl's sleeves? Or...not. <br><br>Before he could start to freak though he suddenly remembered that he was knocking back Tequila all night. Maybe it had finally happened. Oh perish the thought but what other explanation was there? He had finally gotten so old he could no longer hold his liquor. oh the cruel injustice of it. Time...his mortal nemesis...laughed cruelly, mocking him. <br><br>He pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut...missing the failed shimmer attempts. When he opened them again everybody was gone and an eerie quiet had resettled over the parking lot. So...some combination of Movie shooting and drunken hallucination had just played out in front of him. That made sense...sort of. He walked&nbsp; over toward the area where all th hubbabaloo had taken place and looked around for evidence the film crew had left behind. Instead he found out-of-season ice patches, very real scorch marks(with a acrid stench to boot) and....ugh...is that some sort of meat? And blood? <br><br>Ok...his rational explanation seemed to be unwraveling. In fact he didn't feel drunk at all anymore. Instead standing there, where so much magical energy(not that he knows that just yet...)had just been flung around he felt that strange powerful craving sensation he had felt inside. First with Jinni and then with Paisley. But much more intense now. Enough to momentarily clear the pleasant haze of Tequila from his senses. <br><br>He knelt down and picked up one of the peices of flesh. Yes, actual effing flesh. He'd seen enough of it blown off friends and enemies alike overseas to recognize it now. "Holy fu..."<br><br>And then he shimmered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - P3</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 00:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Chit-chat with the big sis coming to an end</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: PJ</span></span></div><hr><br>After tossing back what remained of her drink—because seriously, why let it go to waste—Payton rose and and followed after her big sister. When she'd mentioned needing a ride she had though PJ would be driving rather than beaming them over. She felt a small spark of envy over the fact that both her sisters could transport themselves... hell ,they had active powers while all she had was passive powers that were currently broken or on the fritz of something.<br><br>The waiter coming over with a message knocked the sense back into her though and she stopped, recognizing the look that spread over Prue's features. Sure enough... <em>"Come on, Pay.. I'll get you there and I'll be along as soon as I take care of this. Just let them know I'll be there when I can. This isn't something I can ignore or push to the side right now."</em><br><br>Payton only nodded. For some reason she felt slightly disappointed that PJ wasn't coming but she knew her sister was took care of most of the responsibilities at P3. As they stepped into the back office, the door closing behind them, she was shocked to feel her sister's embrace. Still Payton returned the hug tightly, wanting to reassure the older witch and maybe even taking a some comfort in their familial embrace. It didn't take an empath to feel the tension behind her hug but she had no clue as to the reason behind her sister's feelings. <br><br>When her sister let go, Payton closed out the odd feeling of loss and spoke, <strong>“Catch ya later, Prue.”</strong> The words were soft, her smile equally so as she blew her concentrating sister a kiss and was beamed out.
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