Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor
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				Title: <strong>Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 23:52:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Charmed: Redux</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Halliwell manor</span></span><br><br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/tumblr_ltv7guIvkV1qjxjd8o1_r1_500-1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>Out of all the places in San Francisco, Halliwell Manor might be the most important epicenter of good there is.&nbsp; It is here that history has been made, maybe not the kind of history that get's written down in books, or may be taught in schools; but it's the place where, for the magical community, for creatures of good, and light, three sisters lived, and fought the forces of evil.&nbsp; It is here that the Charmed Ones, those blessed with the power of three, coming from the magical line of Warren Witches, fought the Ultimate battle, and kept evil from gaining an upper hand on humanity.&nbsp; Now, twenty-five years after that great battle, a new generation of witches thrive.&nbsp; And although those Sisters are dead, their children live on, and the Manor remains to be the headquarters for the great Halliwell family.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Season: Winter of 2031</strong></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 06:43:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Melinda Lacey Halliwell</span></span> </div><div align="center">Lingering outside the manor.</div><hr><br>The day exhausted her to the point of crying quietly to herself in a lonely bathroom stall. Her boss behaved inappropriately towards her yet again, with outrageous accusations in front of her co-workers. He humiliating her for an issue that wasn’t even her problem or fault. Of course, no one came to her defense, and she could only nod meekly with gritted teeth before getting far away from her accuser. Melinda Lacey Halliwell loved working at the library since it was a dream of hers to interact with the people and children from the community every day. Some people thought her job always involved always having her nose pushed inside the covers of a book but they were mistaken. Often times, she was on the floor of the library while helping those in need with various tasks to improve their life. Despite the pleasure she received from assisting people, her boss dampened Melinda's spirit at every chance an opportunity arose to blame her from something. <br><br>To make matters even more horrific, the man called her by the wrong name each time he addressed her. It made no sense why he decided to put a target on her head since he treated everyone else under his employ reasonably better than her. She never did anything offensive or rude towards him to deserve such behavior and near hatred. The pay was barely enough to keep her from falling behind on rent, but somehow Melinda made it work without asking any of her family members for assistance or voicing her issues to them. She was too prideful to ask for help since everyone had their own problems. Her life would improve drastically if she just orbed into a bank, but there was that entire no using magic for personal gain rule. If anything, she would rather make an object knock the jerk on the back of the head with enough force to send him into a permanent concussion. It was only after this hellish day that she sought the sanctuary of home. <br><br>Driving up to the manor, Melinda felt a sense of calm come over herself since there was no place like home. <em>Home.</em> Even though she didn’t live here anymore, the feeling remained with her. It never transferred over to her little apartment. Sure, she loved the location of her new place since it was close to her job, only requiring for her to bike about ten blocks over the nightmarish place. Yet the manor contained memories of her childhood, a reasonably happy time of her life and was full of memories of her mother. Her mind shifted back in time to the first Christmas she recalled with her mother and father fawning over their little princess. There were certain perks to being the only girl in the manor. Her brothers protected her from terrifying truths while her father often doted over her with a love unrivaled by anyone but her mother. Everything back then was so uncomplicated and easy since their presence reassured her more than toys or even sugary treats. <br><br>Usually back then, Christmas lights decorated the huge front windows while the smell of gingerbread men lingered all over the house. A firm slap of her mother’s hand prevented her from indulging in the little cookie men when they were still hot. She felt tears prickling the sides of her eyes since the pain of her mother’s death was still fresh in her mind. It didn’t help that her aunts weren’t around to share the joy of the holidays as well. Her aunts were always a part of the winter spirit and holiday fun. A brisk motion of her hand brushed the tears away as she sniffled quietly. It was tempting to just pull away. Just drive away without visiting. From her parked position, Melinda could see that the lights were on in the house, but that wasn’t a guarantee that someone was home. <br><br>Sighing softly, she opened the car door before locking it with a push of a button after closing the door. The slight cold in the air assaulted her body, causing her to pull the black jacket closer around her. There were people walking down the street so she didn't risk orbing before briskly walking towards the front door. She twirled her keys around her gloved hand, an old habit used to distract herself from somber thoughts. It didn't take long for her to find the key to the house on her key ring since there were only five keys in total. Warmth brushed over her face and body as she opened the door before closing it softly. Melinda didn't hear anything or rather anyone inside. Her foot dug at the back of her shoe, kicking them off, before hanging her coat on a coat hanger. "Anyone home?" She yelled out loudly while waiting to see if someone responded to her inquiry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 07:29:07</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>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br>In search of a hot meal.</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br>A slight fog had settled over the city, covering it just enough to be annoying to Tragan.&nbsp; He was already annoyed, since he had just gotten off an Eight hour shift at the Florist's.&nbsp; He hated that job, almost as much as he had hated the temp job with the hospital, since it was just so damn boring.&nbsp; But at least it was something to do, and if he were honest with himself, he did need the money, in a way that he didn't like to think about.&nbsp; It was probably that, more than anything else, that had him driving over to the Manor.&nbsp; With little to no cash in his accounts, and nothing but slightly expired milk, and a jar of peanut butter in his fridge, he really needed a hot meal; a hot free meal.<br><br>His beat up, second hand 2007 silver Impala screeched painfully as he turned into the right street, and the Manor came into view.&nbsp; It had been three weeks since he had lest been there, and a large part of that was because of his father.&nbsp; It had started off pleasantly, a short dinner out at one of his favorite restaurants, his fathers treat.&nbsp; Like every dinner with his dad, Tray had hoped that it would go well; but than Henry had asked a seemingly innocent question, how the rest of the family was going, and it had escalated into another uncomfortably silent meal.&nbsp; The night had ended with him returning home with the old guilt eating at his gut, and a longing for his mother he didn't usually allow himself to feel.<br><br>He sighed out his frustration as he parked in front of the Manor, and turned off his car.&nbsp; Two minutes later, he was standing in front of the door, and he couldn't help the deep exhalation of breath, trying to shed the negative feelings he was carrying around inside him.&nbsp; With his family, one couldn't be too careful about hiding their feelings.&nbsp; His black work pants were one size too big, since he had "borrowed" them from Austin before starting this new job, and his dark gray shirt was just a little too tight since it had been a while since he'd been able to buy anything new, so he spent another few moments adjusting himself, before finally opening the unlocked door.&nbsp; He was able to take one step into the old Manor, before spotting Mel, and wide grin spread over his features.<br><br>"<strong>Well well well, it looks like I'm not the only one who had the bright idea of visiting tonight.</strong>"&nbsp; There was warmth in his voice, and a chuckle to his words.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 19:32:39</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Melinda and Tragan<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt had certainly lived a charmed life.&nbsp; After everything he had gone through as a baby his family thought he'd never have the chance to live a normal life, but his mother was bound and determined to prove them wrong.&nbsp; Not that his magical nature was neglected.&nbsp; When he came of age, the Charmed Ones ensured that he learned what he needed to know about the Book of Shadows, despite his gender.&nbsp; He had proven himself to his ancestors time and time again before he could even talk, after all.&nbsp; The oldest child of each Halliwell sister had officially pledged to guard the book of Shadows with their lives and Wyatt took that oath very seriously... which is not to say his younger siblings and other cousins weren't prepared to do their part as well.&nbsp; Needless to say, after the final battle things had calmed considerably.&nbsp; He could hardly remember the last time he had seen a demon or other nasty come calling.&nbsp; So to honor his mother's wishes, he had graduated High School and gone on to attend a culinary academy where he followed in his mother's footseps and became a chef.&nbsp; Unlike his mother however, he had no interest in working at a fancy restaurant.&nbsp; He just wanted to be able to cook wonderful meals for his family.&nbsp; He was co-owner of a trendy club and it turned out his mother had managed to save up a nice amount of money to leave to him, Chris and Melinda when she passed away.&nbsp; It wasn't a ridiculous amount, but it was enough to, in addition to his share of the income from P3 ensure that he wouldn't have to work anytime soon, so long as things remained quiet on the supernatural front.<br><br>Wyatt had taken his mother's death hard... he looked to his father and siblings for support in those first few weeks, but in the end remained strong.&nbsp; As the oldest, he had to be.&nbsp; Despite the loss of his mother and aunts, Wyatt was a happy child.&nbsp; He had tried a few relationships over the years but nothing seemed to stick.&nbsp; The girls could all tell there was something different about him and it scared them away.&nbsp; That or they would leave when he wouldn't tell them his secrets... like telling them he was a witch would go over well.&nbsp; Wyatt made sure his family was taken care of.&nbsp; Everyone couldn't stay at the manor of course... there weren't enough rooms, but if any of his cousins needed a place to crash, he made sure there was somewhere in the house they could stay.&nbsp; <br><br>Today, Wyatt was preparing some dinner... he always made extra, because you never knew who may be coming by.&nbsp; The house was filled with the smell of Italian seasonings and other nice things cooking.&nbsp; As he checked the oven, he smiled.&nbsp; The lasagne was coming alone nicely.&nbsp; He had made everything he could from scratch, of course... even the pasta.&nbsp; He noted the rolls were done and as he looked around, he couldn't seem to find his oven mitt.&nbsp; He frowned a bit... the frown quickly replaced by a smile as he focused his power.&nbsp; The pan with the rolls on it disappeared in a shimmering field of blue light, reappearing on the cutting board, telekinetically orbed.&nbsp; He closed the oven and noted the time.&nbsp; The lasagne should be ready in 5 more minutes.&nbsp; The table was set for eight.&nbsp; What was he forgetting?<br><br>Then the door opened and he looked up.&nbsp; He could tell who it was as soon as she walked in.&nbsp; His baby sister... and was that-?&nbsp; Tragan.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself, smiling as he called back.<br><br><strong>"Hey you two!&nbsp; I'm in the kitchen... I hope you brought your appetites."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 20:26:10</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>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Whitelighter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wyatt and Tragan<br><br><br><hr><br>The door opened again before the wind brushed against her skin. Turning around, a bright grin that matched Tragan’s emerged on her face. Melinda loved Tragan, probably more than he realized, since he was her favorite partner in crime for late night partying on the weekends when he was available for her little adventures. “Hey you!” She hugged him close to her despite the cold seething off his body from being outdoors. Melinda laughed softly Tragan's words as the scent of food wafted under her nose, causing her stomach to growl loudly. Yep, her oldest brother was most definitely home. “I came over to benefit from Wyatt’s meals since I'm getting tired of microwave food.” As ritual, she pulled his ear with a little force like how she did when they were little since seeing him brought back fond memories to her mind. Besides, it wasn’t often that Tragan came around nowadays since they were both protective of their privacy. Not to mention a certain someone in Tragan’s life didn’t approve of them. It didn’t bother her though since she completely understood Henry's reasoning. Yet deep down Melinda wondered if Henry didn’t want to be around them since it hurt to be reminded of his deceased wife. <br><br>After all, some of Paige’s nieces and nephews adopted her powers and habits in their daily lives. Plus, she understood grief through her own personal experiences. It was one of the reasons she didn't live in the manor permanently. Melinda released Tragan from her hold so that he could get out of his own jacket before she reached around to shut the door. “Besides, my microwave has been acting funny.” The cursed device turned on and off in the middle of cooking food so her meals turned out half-cold most of the time, which was worse than being burnt. Wyatt’s voice called out from the kitchen, and her smile brightened. It was nice to be home every once in a while, especially after such a rough day. “Race you to the kitchen,” she whispered playfully to Tragan before disappearing in a flurry of small blue orbs without much effort or warning. It was technically cheating, but she knew her cousin wouldn't mind too much. Melinda reappeared in front of her brother to pluck a roll from the pan. “Shit,” she cursed loudly, dropping the roll back to the cooking pan in the process, before shaking her finger. Despite her own personal pain, she gave Wyatt a hug and a sisterly kiss on the cheek before holding out her finger for him to heal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 21:59:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Payton Vincentia Halliwell</em></span><br>Wondering if this was her punishment.</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br>Screaming siren. The rotating flash of red and blue lights. Periodic droning over a cb. Yep, Payton was in the back of a cop car alright.<br><br>It wasn't the first time she'd ridden in the back of a squad car but this was the first time the siren had come on and the first time she actually hadn't done a thing... other than have a near melt down in public and fall into a conveniently placed puddle that was. Thank god neither of her sisters or her cousins had been around, she didn't know what she'd do if they found out about these damn episodes. Though, if this was going to become a trend she really could do without her powers. They were nothing but trouble so far—being trapped in a police car with a 40 year old traffic cop that wouldn't stop leering at her in the rear view mirror was proof enough of that fact. <br><br><strong>“Seriously... Sir, was the siren absolutely necessary?”</strong> She pushed the damp strands of hair back from her face and sighed. <br><br>“Now Miss Halliwell, I got you here safe and sound, does it matter how?” The officer in the front seat pulled over to the curb outside of the manor and turned to look at her through the metal grate, a slight sneer on his lips. She had to remember to bite her tongue. “Besides, usually you young folks get a kick out of the siren.”<br><br><strong>“Pfft, maybe if I was twelve.”</strong> She muttered under her breath. <br><br>“What was that?”<br><br><strong>“Oh nothing. Heh,”</strong> she said with an obviously forced smile before glancing pointedly at her door. She couldn't wait to get inside where she could curl up with a mug of hot cocoa and watch <em>Beauty and the Beast</em>, or maybe <em>Love Potion No. 9</em>, until she fell asleep. She knew her boss, or as she liked to affectionately refer to her as, the dragon lady, would be calling her bright and early tomorrow with some menial task that she would swear was beneath her. If the money wasn't so good she have let the woman have it three months ago for all the crap she'd put her through but she needed this job as there weren't a whole lot of offers forthcoming for an 18 year old that didn't include french fries or shopping carts... or a pole. Ugh.<br><br>Getting out rather awkwardly, the Officer—she couldn't recall his name and didn't really want to know all that bad—rounded the front end of the car and seemed to take his sweet time coming around to open her door. It was clear he was enjoying this just a little too much but Payton took a deep breath to make sure she kept her emotions in check. She was just letting it out when he finally pulled the door open and reached down as though intending to help her out. She jerked back so hard she nearly fell over trying to escape his reach. When his mouth drew down in a frown she tried to think up a good lie.<br><br><strong>"Sorry. Got a bit of a chill when you opened the door."</strong> He gave her an odd look that said clearly he was concerned about her mental state, but thankfully he withdrew his hand.<br><br>"You sure you're alright?"<br><br><strong>"Mmmyep. Never been better."</strong> She clutched her purse to her chest and tried to make him believe her by giving that sweet smile her father claimed she got from her mother but it was clear he wasn't going for it. <br><br>After only two months of having her powers returned to her, Payton was still a bit fuzzy on the details. Using her gifts wasn't quite so simple as riding a bike and her muscle memory was clearly lacking in the magic department. She had only the most basic grasp of her gifts now despite clear memories of her being able to use them as a child. Which meant that letting the good officer there touch her would be a one way ticket to too much information and a headache. It was bad enough that she could already guess the direction of his thoughts by watching his eyes, she didn't need his emotions to confirm anything. Really. <br><br>“Do you need assistance to your door, Miss Halliwell?”<br><br><strong>“No no, I got it. Thanks Officer.”</strong> She grimaced and nearly ran to the front door, almost tripping once but righting herself before things got even more embarrassing.&nbsp; Ignoring the loud squishing her $200 shoes—the ones the dragon lady insisted she buy and wear for no damned good reason—were making, she made it to the porch and risked a quick glance back. Yep, the police officer was still watching her, that stupid sneer having returned. It also told her that a couple of her cousins were here, evidenced by their parked cars, which was just freaking dandy. Hopefully she'd be able to slip by without getting the 3rd degree but it was likely they had heard the siren and Payton couldn't lie her way out of a wet paper bag, not with her family at least.<br><br>Holding her breath, she opened the door slowly and slipped inside. Carefully she turned to close the door silently and prayed nothing decided to squeak and give her away.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 03:37:19</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton, Everyone<br><br>Lee sighed as she rounded the corner and saw the cop car, lights flashing and all, in the drive of the Manor. As if the day hadn't been bad enough, she watched as her little sister (no surprise there) climbed from the car and headed up to the house. Shaking her head she waved to the cop as he pulled away and she rode her bike up the drive. Clearly she wasn't the only one drawn to the Manor after a rough day. Even if it hadn't been the family seat, it held the family chef and Wyatt always made enough to feed the whole clan.<br><br>Practically bounding up the steps to the door she placed her hand on it just before Payton could close it entirely, pushing it open enough to stick her head in she grinned at her sister and shook her head slightly at her disheveled appearance, "Go get cleaned up, we'll let them think it was just me coming in and that the cop went past instead of stopping here."<br><br>There were no recriminations, no lectures, no questions about why the cop was dropping her off in the first place, just one sister covering for another and the clear amusement in her eyes that said she would ask, <em>later</em> when they weren't surrounded. Lee worried about Payton sometimes but knew she'd turn out all right in the end. She didn't need premonitions to tell her that...and was actually glad that wasn't one of her powers! She preferred not to know the future, she thought it was more fun that way.<br><br>Sliding inside she shooed toward Payton, motioning for her to get up the stairs before she gave the door a bit of a tap, letting it close loudly enough to be heard, not slamming it. She could hear voices and recognized Wyatt, Melinda and Tragan. With a smile curving her lips she sauntered into the kitchen and gave each of her cousins a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Not wanting to talk about her day, just wanting to bask in the warmth of family she hopped up onto one of the counters and grinned at everyone, "So what's up with everyone lately?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 08:46:00</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>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br>The warmth from Mel's embrace dulled the sharper edges of the chill that still filled him, and his own arms wrapped around the smaller woman&nbsp; before he finally released her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Out of all the cousins, he got along the most with the girls, and while he wouldn't admit to having a favorite, Mel was the one he talked to the most.&nbsp; An amused chuckle escaped him as his "little wittle cousin," as he used to call her, mentioned microwaved food; and since he was intimately familiar with her escapades in the kitchen, he wasn't in the least surprised that they had both had the same idea of snagging a free meal from Wyatt.&nbsp; <br><br>Now Wyatt was another matter altogether.&nbsp; The older man could cook, so well in fact, that sometimes, the first thing he thought of when waking up was Wyatts buckwheat pancakes, and maple bacon.&nbsp; A sharp, yet familiar pain in his ear had him scrunching up his nose and grinning at Mel, as she once again reeled his attention back in.&nbsp; When she mentioned her broken microwave he frowned.&nbsp; He wasn't the most handy of people, but the least he could do was drop in to take a look at it, it was the least he could do anyway, considering his absence over the last few weeks.&nbsp; <br><br>The moment he was released from her hug, he shrugged out of his jacket and threw it negligantly on the coat rack, his scarf following soon afterwards.&nbsp; When Mel announced the short race to the kitchen, he let out a whoop of laughter and shrugged.&nbsp; It was pointless to rush to beat her, since it was impossible, what with her ability to orb, something she completely took advantage of, each and every time.<br><br>And than it was Wyatt himself that had him looking in the direction of the kitchen as they were both called in, and he sauntered towards the kitchen, his mouth watering the closer he got to the aromatic room, and Wyatt.&nbsp; A sharp beep from his phone stopped him before he could enter the kitchen, and he quickly pulled out his phone to check his text messages.&nbsp; Sure enough there was a message from Austin, and he couldn't help the small grin that spread over his face when he thought of him.&nbsp; Austin was probably the closest person to him, with the exception of his twin sister, who probably knew too much about him.&nbsp; Ever since they had met, he had just known that they would be friends, and he had been right.&nbsp; He read the short message and shook his head, hoping that whatever had held him wouldn't keep him busy for too long.&nbsp; He had something important to ask him tonight, and he really couldn't afford to keep putting it off.&nbsp; The sharp sound of a siren sounded close by, reminding him that his buddy was a cop, which meant that whatever was keeping him busy, was probably work.<br><br>As he sent his own reply, "Aight, ttylz, P3, 10-ish," he rounded the corner just in time to see Mel holding out a wagging finger.&nbsp; Before he could question said finger, Lee made her appearance, and he was caught up in greeting her to.<br><br>"<strong>Nothing much, apparently Mel and I are both here to beg some food off Wyatt, what's new with you?"</strong>&nbsp; He sent Wyatt a teasing grin as he spoke, making it clear that he was there to see the family as well as eat.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 16:40:27</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>waking up to food &amp; family in the halliwell manor</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» tragan . wyatt . melinda . paisley</span></span><br><hr><br>At first, it was easy to ignore the sounds coming from downstairs. Through her haze of fatigue-induced drowsiness, Brie could still recognize the light tread of Wyatt's shoes as he came in through the front door. Footsteps that faded, then got louder could be the sound of him going to the kitchen; most likely coming back with groceries, with enough food to feed an army. The later additions of chopping and pans moving against the stovetop confirmed that guess, though at that point Brianne's sleep had deepened enough that her attention had drifted away in light slumber. At one point, she could have sworn that Wyatt poked his head into the room to see who had crashed the house this time, but the fatal combination of performance, celebratory partying, and a turbulent flight back from Vegas ensured that Brie would stay sound asleep through the first hour or two of Wyatt's cooking. The chopping, distanced by one floor and a couple of rooms over, was even somewhat rhythmic, reminding Brie of her early days in ballet, doing <em>pointe</em> exercises with the whole class. <br><br>Some time later, the sound of more voices conspired to interrupt Brie from her sleep, though by then she was mostly ready to wake up. Yawning, Brie buried herself deeper into the pile of blankets and pillows, lazily trying to identify the speakers. The loud shout - high-pitched and female - had to be Melinda: she had a particularly soft, romantic lilt to her voice that Brie had always secretly envied.&nbsp; Then a lower, familiar tenor - Tray, probably at the Manor looking for food again. Brianne made a note to herself to drop into his place and re-stock his pantry and refrigerator when she went to visit him next time. He never seemed to have enough (good) food around his place, and being him, he probably wouldn't tell anyone if he ran out of money for groceries again. She wasn't exactly bringing in bank, either, especially with all of her money going to the new studio, but she could at the very least make sure that her twin had enough to eat.<br><br>The thumping of footsteps slowly faded in the direction of kitchen. Brianne sighed to herself, eyes still blissfully shut, and contemplated the possibility of falling back asleep. She could see Tray anytime, really, especially now that she was technically homeless (though in all fairness, the square footage of their new studio was just shy of matching the first floor of the Halliwell manor in size), and she'd had dinner with Wyatt and Melinda only days ago... Her fingers tightened on the edges of the quilt that someone (probably Wyatt) had tugged over her after she'd collapsed into bed and fallen asleep - not necessarily in that order. It would be so easy to drag the quilt over her head and continue napping.<br><br>In the distance, Brianne could vaguely hear a siren, gradually increasing in volume-<br><br>-until it became ear-splitting and headache-inducing, unmistakably a police siren, now louder, and louder, and louder-<br><br>Brianne sat up blearily, wrinkling her nose at the sound of the screaming siren right outside the manor. That had to mean... <em>Payton</em>. Resisting the urge to flop back into bed and sleep right through dinner, she shoved her aching feet into a pair of soft, fuzzy slippers, wondering if dinner with most of the family warranted a shower and a change of clothes.<br><br>She looked down at the outfit she'd passed out in. Dolman shirt, sports bra, and baggy Stanford sweats - not too bad, considering some of the outfits Brianne had worn in the past for performances and workouts. She was completely comfortable in skintight clothing&nbsp; and just as at ease naked, but she knew that her cousins (and especially Tray) wouldn't appreciate her appearing at the dinner table half naked. Rather than wasting time for a quick shower, Brianne grabbed a brush and neatened her hair just enough to tame it with a hairband before disappearing from the room in a shower of blue-white orbs.<br><br>Telekinetic orbing still gave her trouble once in a while, but orbing herself from place to place was as natural as breathing to Brianne. She reappeared moments later downstairs with a sleepy smile, hugging her twin tightly from behind before she snatched a roll (avoiding Melinda's mistake by using a bandana dug out from one of her pockets) and tore it in half. The two halves of hot, fluffy goodness released a puff of steam as they separated from each other. Brianne hastily blew on one of them, waiting for about two seconds before she devoured it in one bite. Smelling Wyatt's kitchen reminded her and her stomach that she hadn't eaten in at least nine hours.<br><br><strong>"I think it's been a while since we've had more than three or four of us together for dinner,"</strong> she said, giving Paisley, Melinda, and Wyatt fierce hugs before she finished off the second half of her roll. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 18:08:46</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Melinda, Tragan, Payton, Lee, Helen<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>As his sister orbed in front of him he smiled... not seeming startled in the slightest.&nbsp; In truth, he was very much accustomed to people teleporting to and from the manor.&nbsp; He did it himself, after all... though he did own a decent car, a green 2023 Prius that he was making payments on.&nbsp; He tried to honor his mother's wishes and be as 'normal' as possible... only orbing anywhere when he was going to be late to something important otherwise.&nbsp; As Melinda burned herself on the roll, he shook his head and took her hand, leaning in to kiss the burned area like he had done since they were young.&nbsp; Healing energy filled her wound and she would find the pain vanished quickly.<br><strong><br>"There.&nbsp; That's better.&nbsp; The pan is hot, you know."</strong><br><br>He smiled warmly.<br><strong><br>"It's too bad we can't heal ourselves"...</strong><br><br>He turned as he heard the sound of the siren outside... tilting his head as it got louder and- yep, it stopped just outside the house.&nbsp; He shook his head and wondered if there was any cause to be concerned.&nbsp; Then he heard the front door open and two more of his cousins entered the manor, unless his senses were getting rusty.&nbsp; He could always feel his family when they were close.&nbsp; Lee and Payton... he doubted that Lee had anything to do with the police car, but Payton?&nbsp; He wasn't sure... he wouldn't question her, but he hoped when she was ready she would be comfortable enough to talk to someone about it, even if it wasn't him.&nbsp; He noted Lee and Tragan entering the kitchen and offered both of them a smile, returning Lee's hug with all the warmth that he was known for.&nbsp; He chuckled at Tragan.<br><br><strong>"You know this house belongs to all of us... I'm just the acting caretaker.&nbsp; Welcome home, everyone."</strong><br><br>He was about to respond to Tragan and Lee's queries when Helen orbed to the kitchen.&nbsp; He was wondering if she'd wake up with all the commotion in the house... not to mention the siren outside.&nbsp; He offered a smile and a returned hug to her before speaking again.<br><br><strong>"Heya, Helen... I was just about to say, it's nice to have so many over today."</strong><br><br>He paused, leaning back against the counter.<br><strong><br>"Business at the club has been good.&nbsp; No sign of the forces of evil coming after any of us in years... the Book of Shadows is safe.&nbsp; I have a loving family.&nbsp; Yeah, I'd say life is pretty good."</strong><br><br>His smile faded ever so slightly.<br><br><strong>"Well other than this dream I had last night"...</strong><br><br>He was sure it was just a stupid dream, hardly worth mentioning.&nbsp; His powers didn't include premonitions, after all.&nbsp; He paused... and jumped a bit as the timer on the oven went off.&nbsp; He laughed at himself and shook his head.<br><br><strong>"Er, yeah.&nbsp; The lasagne's done.&nbsp; Everyone grab your drinks and have a seat.&nbsp; We can talk more while we eat."</strong><br><br>He quickly moved to the oven and opened it, smiling as he saw the food looked perfect.&nbsp; He turned the oven off and looked around for that damned mitt again.<br><strong><br>"Where in the name of the Elders did that mitt go?"</strong><br><br>He finally sighed and shrugged... just orbing the dish out of the oven onto the counter next to the rolls.&nbsp; He smiled to his family as the pan with the lasagne appeared on the counter, steam rising from it.<br><br><strong>"Careful.&nbsp; It's very hot."</strong><br><br>He glanced to Lee with a wry smile.<br><br><strong>"Oh and Lee... tell Payton she should get ready for dinner as well."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 18:49:11</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Halliwell Family <br><br><br><hr><br><br>Just like usual, Wyatt didn’t hesitate to heal her wound, and those familiar rivulets of healing flowed from his body into hers. The pain dulled before completely disappearing as if she didn’t foolishly touch a hot roll a few seconds earlier. “Thank you,” she whispered happily to him before turning around to see Trajan enter the kitchen. As customary, she stuck out her tongue at him playfully for being “too slow” to beat her into the room. Her brother’s gentle chiding made her turn back toward him with a little indignant snort. “You need a sign to let hungry patrons like me know when food is hot or cold. Besides, I couldn’t resist. My stomach’s growling for food since it smells so good in here.” Melinda’s mind backtracked as she tried to recall when the last time she ate today. <em>Hmm</em>, she thought, <em>I had yogurt and a banana this morning</em>. Besides that, nothing came to mind. That made sense since she was known to forget the necessity of eating during the day until pigging out later at home on her little dinners and snacks.<br><br>She listened quietly to Tragan and Wyatt exchange words before the sound of the siren outside blared. At first, she thought it would pass, but sure enough the sound stopped and continued to blare right in front of the house. It was tempting for her to go be noisy and watch the commotion from the window, but she resisted. There was no doubt in her mind exactly who was probably coming home in a police car. Melinda didn’t mind fun, but even she possessed certain limits. A little frown curved on her lips, the only sign of her dismay, before Lee came into the kitchen. She accepted the hug happily before returning a kiss on the cheek. “Nothing much. Just working, working, and more working.” She didn’t need to mention her displeasure with her job since most of her family knew she wanted to work at another library. <br><br>That was the extent of their knowledge since Melinda didn’t share the personal harassment endured through each long day. More hugs were exchanged before she moved out of Wyatt's way as he orbed the pans from the oven. A quick glance confirmed that he had already set the table for most of them so there was no need for her to retrieve plates. Brie's comment on family dinners caused her to nod in agreement since it was surprising to have so many in the house at once. "Perhaps we should make sure this happens more often," she suggested softly before turning her eyes towards the roll that Helen sucessfully plucked off the pan. Melinda's stomach rumbled again before she rubbed it reassuringly. <em>Food is coming.</em><br><br>Her eyebrows rose in curiosity at the mention of a dream since it must have been a weird to warrant mentioning. Life was reasonably calm during her childhood, but some of the stories from her mother and father taught her about the evil forces that lurked about just waiting for an opportunity to strike. "Let's just hope it was just a dream unless it was a good one." A mischievous smile appeared on her face as Wyatt mentioned wanting Payton down for dinner, but she knew the idea brewing in her head wouldn't work due to her own personal weakness. She couldn't help but picture the surprise on her younger cousin's face if she orbed her downstairs without prior warning. Yes, Melinda was at times a troublemaker. "I'm sure she will be down in a few minutes. Give her a little time to freshen up." With this said, Melinda headed over to her seat, waiting patiently for dinner to be served. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 03:54:08</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>waking up to food &amp; family in the halliwell manor</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» wyatt . melinda </span></span><br><hr><br><strong>"I'm just surprised I could make it. Usually, I'm the one who's canceling on everyone,"</strong> Brie said lightly. <br><br>She smiled as Wyatt looked contentedly all around the room, and let her eyes linger on the familiar room, and the familiar faces. Family wasn't perfect, but it was nice getting all of the cousins together, and catching up. She had to miss every one out of three family dinners, usually because of a performance or because she was putting in extra time at the studio, practicing or working on fixing it up. Being able to see everyone without having to make an appointment was just icing on the cake.<br><br>Wyatt being happy was normal, of course, and Melinda always seemed upbeat, except when she talked about work. It was nothing new that she wanted to work at another library; Brie just wished that it could happen faster for her. Once Tray and Paisley finished chiming in, Brie took a deep breath.<br><br><strong>"Joanne and I have been spending all of our free time on the studio, when we're not teaching at the Center. I ended up moving into one of the offices so I could save myself the bother of paying rent to a place that I barely spend time in. That was about... five weeks ago? It makes finding food harder, but I've been saving over a thousand dollars a month, so it's hard to complain."</strong> The second roll she'd stuffed into her mouth made the last few words just this side of incomprehensible, but Brie knew Tray, at least, would figure it out.<br><br>Having the Parkmerced studio had been nice - the gyms and studios there were <em>amazing</em>, and the full-length mirrors and hardwood floors weren't something that were easy to find in many apartment buildings - but even without the cost of a car, she'd been sinking almost fifteen hundred a month into the place in bills and rent alone. Granted, it was nice to have a bed to go into, but with all the late nights and the performances this year, she'd been spending more nights crashing on her friends' couches than <em>in</em> that nice bed. No, this way was definitely better. Plus, if the futon wasn't enough, she could always crash here at the manor for a couple of nights; Wyatt had told them for years that they could come and go as they pleased.<br><br><strong>"Yesterday, we finished up our southern California tour with our last exhibition in Vegas, and all the girls insisted that we celebrate by going to a club, and partying, and drinking. We didn't get home until sometime in the morning, and then we had to go to the airport and fly back... I was so exhausted, I just asked the taxi driver to drop me off here. I hope it's not too much trouble if I stay here for a couple of days, Wyatt - I can help with food and stuff, but I wanted to sleep in a real bed for at least a few days, until my round of classes start back up again."</strong><br><br>When her stomach interrupted with an embarrassing growl, Brie flushed and laughed sheepishly before grabbing up her plate and serving herself a large portion of lasagne. She turned Wyatt's passing comment about a dream over in her head while she helped cut out and serve portions for everyone else, then joined everyone at the table to wait for Payton.<br><br><strong>"Want me to try the tarot cards for you again? Or the crystal? I've been trying to practice, but lately I've mostly been getting colorful blurs or nada on my readings. Mr. Chung down in Chinatown said it was the stress."</strong> Even without the stress, Brie's readings with her cards were lucky guesses at best, and as far as crystal gazing went, it was hard getting anything more than close-up images and colors. <strong>"And who knows, Wyatt - maybe your twice-blessed magical self will give a boost to my reading."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 04:44:00</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Lee loved being with her family, listening to them banter and giving her the chance to forget about her day. A project she'd been working on had gone to hell thanks to an idiot freshman who didn't know enough to keep his hands to himself. They were going to have to start over entirely...nearly nine months of work, contaminated and useless. She really hated it when people didn't understand how delicate plants could be. They just saw them as pretty things to pluck and there was so much more involved with them. Blowing out a sigh she chuckled as Wyatt orbed dinner to the table when he couldn't find the oven mitt.<br><br>"Such a cheat, you could have just called for the mitt and carried the lasagna!" she teased as she slid down from the counter. It had been forever since so many of them had been together, it wasn't quite everyone but it was a good group all the same. Besides which, having everyone together could be a good thing or a dramatic thing depending on how people were doing at any given moment.<br><br>Hearing Wyatt tell her to call Payton she flashed him a smirk and stuck her head out the kitchen door, yelling loud enough the neighbors probably heard her, "Pay! Get your scrawny butt down here, dinner's ready and we're all starving!"<br><br>Turning back to her cousins she was still smirking and gave a shrug as she grabbed a roll of her own from the table, "What, you didn't think I was going to run all the way up there just to tell her dinner was ready. Unlike some of you I can't orb," she said with a laugh as she sat down.<br><br>Listening to Brie talk she grinned, she was proud of her and her dancing as well as the studio she was opening. Not to mention it was always fun to hear about something that was so outside her own experience. Dancing had never been a skill she'd picked up. Oh she did well enough when out at clubs with her friends, she certainly wasn't an embarrassment on a dance floor and could follow a partner's lead but that was pretty much it. Anything that actually required <em>real</em> choreography was well beyond her limits and she knew it. She tried to make it to any of Brie's shows that she could when they were in town or within an hour or two's drive.<br><br>"It's good to have you home again Brie, if Hotel Halliwell is full up, you're welcome to crash at my place for a few days. My spare bed isn't amazing but it's comfy," she said with a warm grin. She doubted Brie would need the offer, Wyatt always seemed to make room for family in need but she meant it all the same.<br><br>Turning and flashing a mischievous grin at Wyatt she couldn't resist teasing, "Before you get everyone in a tizzy and crystals and cards start coming out, or the folks with premonitions start vying to touch you, why don't you tell us about this dream of yours." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 09:48:54</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>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Brianne, Melinda, Wyatt, &amp; Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br>The sound of a police siren increased in volume, almost completely cloaking the sound of someone orbing into the room.&nbsp; But even if the tell tale sounds of magic couldn't be heard, the feeling that tugged impatiently at his gut was unmistakable, and a wide grin spread over his features, even before familiar arms encircled him from behind.&nbsp; He felt the last of his tension disappear from his body, as the comforting presence of his sister kicked in.&nbsp; Unlike with the others, he could always tell when Brie was around, it was just another mysterious something they had as twins, it was also something he barely ever thought about now, since he was so thoroughly used to it by now.&nbsp; <br><br>The hug only lasted for a few moments, but it was enough to remind him that he really should have kept in closer contact with his sister over the last few months.&nbsp; The fact that they were as different as as two people could be was not something he wasn't aware of.&nbsp; And while most people would assume that their differences would keep them from being too close, it proved to be just the opposite.<br><br>"<strong>Hey Hellion, I've missed you.</strong>"&nbsp; His voice was was warm, and there was a crinkle at the corners of his eyes, a sign that only Brie would be able to recognize, even if Tray himself didn't know he was doing it.&nbsp; There was always small things, and like a foreign language only they could speak, it allowed them to know things about each other, that others couldn't.&nbsp; At this instance, the crinkles weren't his happy crinkles, and clearly broadcasted that something was wrong, and that they'd speak about it later.<br><br>When he was released, he leaned against the side of the counter, just listening to them speak.&nbsp; And when Wyatt mentioned an odd dream, his interest went from 50 to 90%.&nbsp; He stood up straighter, the counter digging uncomfortably into his back, and he waited for whatever juicy details a dream of his golden haired cousin could bring.&nbsp; <br><br>When they had been younger, he had admired Wyatt's golden good looks, his high standing in the family, and the unbelievable control he had over his powers.&nbsp; As he reached maturity, he had admired, envied, and even slightly resented the man for those very things, but for completely different reasons.&nbsp; It wasn't anything he ever shared with anybody, other than with Brie of course, so he was sure Wyatt was unaware of it.&nbsp; And it wasn't until he had become an adult, and left for college, that those old feelings had calmed down.&nbsp; Now he loved his cousin because of their differences, even if he sometimes still envied him his powers, and freedom to use them without guilt.<br><br>When Mel mentioned work, he couldn't help but think that she definitely needed to get out of that Library, and find another to work at. He couldn't understand why she stayed there, when something was so obviously making her unhappy.&nbsp; Of course, he did realize that money was probably a factor, but Melly was one of his favorites, and he wanted her happy.&nbsp; He wanted all the girls happy, since he was terribly protective of them, but he always refrained from saying that out loud.&nbsp; <br><br>His thoughts trailed off as he and a few others followed the orbing food into the dining room, and he filled his own plate with gusto.&nbsp; he was hungry, and he dug in with a single minded focus that would probably bewilder most of his cousins that weren't used to it by now.&nbsp; Out of everything in life, food was right up there with sex, magic, and sleep.&nbsp; The fact that all those things on his list were lacking right now was not something he chose to recognize.<br><br>The moment he heard his sister say that she had gotten rid of her place, he had gotten disappointed.&nbsp; He had planned on asking if he could crash with her for a few days/weeks, but now that option was out.&nbsp; Which meant that his options were now to either stay at the Manor, crash with any of the other Cousins, or ask Austin if he could plant his ass on his couch for a bit, something that wasn't exactly new.&nbsp; He internally cringed at the reaction he'd get from his father if he stayed at the Manor; so Austin it was.<br><br>When the conversation went back full circle to Wyatt's dream, he leaned in closer, not wanting to miss any details of what could be a very interesting.&nbsp; He choked out a laugh at Lee's words, and tried to clear his throat into a napkin.&nbsp; It was so hard to keep details private when you had a family like theirs, so he could probably put money on someone trying to somehow sneak a peak into Wyatt's head soon enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 10:35:40</strong>
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				<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">“I'm innocent! I swear!”</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: the Halliwells</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton somehow wasn't surprised when the door seemed to meet with resistance as she tried to close it. Nor was she surprised to see her sister's head pop in, amusement glinting in those familiar eyes. Tonight just wasn't her night it seemed. She tried her best not to look at all guilty but it was hard considering most times she usually was guilty of something or other. She didn't pretend to be anything other than who she was, but she was trying to settle down some... sorta. <br><br>Having already braced herself for some sort of lecture or admonishment, Lee's words were a pleasant surprise that had her eyes widening and gratitude showing through. Leaning in she kissed her sister on the cheek, very deliberately ignoring the the look that said she expected to hear the details later, and&nbsp; then turned to dash up the stairs before someone else could come along to bust her. <br><br>The pictures along the stairs were a blur as she made her way toward the room that had been hers for the past two years. She'd moved in after a big fight with her father that had resulted in a bit of a strain in their relationship. It still pained her to think about it and honestly she wanted nothing more than to fix it, to go back to how they had been before, but she didn't know how. She knew she was a disappointment to him and there was no easy fix. Rather than deal with the rift between them Payton had run to the Manor and thankfully, rather than see his cousin homeless, Wyatt had allowed to to lay claim to the room that had once been her mother's. She was glad that so far her powers hadn't tuned into any lingering memories. She was so not anxious to get glimpses of the woman she'd never gotten to know and if she'd gotten any as a kid she couldn't remember them. It would just be a tease and she sincerely hoped the powers that be weren't that cruel.<br><br>Once safely in her room, Payton quickly shed her damp clothing and made a beeline for the shower. She was aware her cousins were gathering downstairs and likely she wouldn't get away with sneaking in for long. Wyatt would likely be the one to sense her and if everyone was gathering to eat he wouldn't leave her out. <br><br>Despite her exhaustion after the yo-yoing her powers had put her through today combined with the many tedious demands of her employer, she made quick work of her shower. Considering she woke up late for work almost religiously, she was now queen of the five minute shower so it didn't take her long at all. Feeling at least cleaner, if not exactly refreshed, Payton found her way into a pair of thick oversize sweats she'd stolen from some ex-boyfriend or other. Tugging on the matching hoodie over her tank top she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and huffed. Stylish she wasn't but at least she was warm and comfy in the sweats that threatened to swallow her. <br><br>Eyes drifting toward her collection of Disney movies and romantic comedies, she briefly considered hiding out in her room. She could just pop in <em>Beauty and the Beast</em> like she'd done since she was a kid and let everything else fade into the background while she recited almost all of Belle's lines. It was her absolute favorite movie and she'd even spent a good 3 month stretch when she was 5 pretending she was Belle and wearing a costume as often as her father would let her get away with so it was no secret. She'd been teased a bit for it but it hadn't fazed her much. She'd wanted to be Belle so badly back then and fall in love with a handsome Prince in disguise. Now she'd settle for a decent relationship that didn't end with, “Its not you, its me” or some other tired line. In any case she liked to put it in on those days where things just seemed out of control. It was her way of comforting herself since she rarely turned to anyone else for such things. Usually she helped comfort others by listening and sometimes even directing them toward what they most needed. It was an innate thing, less reliant on her powers and more just who she was, but she couldn't seem to do it for herself. However odd it sounded, it seemed her own emotions were just out of her reach. Of course when Lee's voice came drifting up the stairs telling her to get her scrawny butt downstairs—she was so not scrawny—she knew that she had no choice but to go down before someone took it upon themselves to orb up to her or worse. <br><br>Determined not to feel bad about something she didn't do, Payton took a deep breath and and let it out slowly, willing all the negative emotions away as the air streamed out. It was time to relax and just chill with family. No need to worry. <br><br>Her socks muted her footsteps as she left her room and headed down the stairs. Entering the kitchen she blinked when she realized Brie was here as well. Tray and Melly she'd expected since she'd recognized their cars and of course she'd known Wyatt was home by the smell of his cooking but she didn't usually see Brie all that often outside of the shows she attended. Boy did she envy her cousin's grace.<br><br><strong>”Smells good. What's for dinner?”</strong> The smile that came to her lips wasn't at all forced as she ran a few steps and slid across the floor toward the table. She hadn't been able to resist. Coming to a stop near Wyatt she kissed his cheek in greeting then sat at the table. <strong>“Hey guys.”</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 15:47:03</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Halliwell Family <br><br><br><hr><br><br>Melinda shrugged slightly at Brie’s words since everyone had a reason not to attend family dinners as faithfully as in the earlier days. Some had better excuses than others, but she wasn’t mad about it. Sometimes, she didn’t want to endure sitting at the table either, and would rather stay home while watching television. "All that matters is that we're here now." Food was placed in front of her, and her stomach growled again. It was like the sweetest torture to endure the smell of Wyatt’s perfect lasagna and rolls without being able to touch it. She glanced towards the doorway, hoping that Payton would make an entrance soon, before her stomach decided to come alive and feed itself. Thankfully, Lee decided to make sure that everyone was waiting on her with a good old-fashion holler. <br><br>She nodded in agreement on the lack of food part even if her situation was different. “If only we could just wriggle our noses like that old Jeanie television show to have what we want pop up in front of us.” Her voice was soft and teasing with the tiniest hint of seriousness, but she would never use her powers for personal gain. Her mother always told her there were severe punishment for such actions, and Melinda was long past the days of saying “What’s the point in having powers if you can’t use them to help yourself?” <br><br>A bright smile came on her face at the mentioning of Brie finishing up her tour. “Congratulations on that accomplishment!” Touring sounded like fun, and Melinda would settle for being able to just take a two day trip somewhere, but it wasn’t possible for a number of reasons. It didn't please her that she was forced to miss most of her cousins shows since she couldn't get the day off to go attend. Her nose wrinkled at the mentioning of Mr. Chung since the man was as unpredictable as a rabid dog. Well, maybe he wasn’t all that, but he was always so eccentric in his personality. The man thought he knew the cure for everything. Often times his cures included some foul smelling ingredients. “Meditation is the perfect cures for stress,” she suggested to Brie, “Believe me, it works miracles.” <br><br>The sound of Payton’s voice gave Melinda the cue to start cutting at her lasagna. Even though she was starving with hunger, she still took the time to do her customary habit of cutting the food into smaller pieces. Her dad used to do it for her when she was a child for pancakes, but the habit transferred over to many other types of foods. Her eyes glanced over at Payton, wishing she possessed mind reading skills to see the reason why she required a ride home in a police car…again. Some of the neighbors already thought that they were a little strange in their habits even though her mother was the nicest person ever sometimes. She bit her tongue, wanting to keep the peace at the dinner table. “Wyatt prepared his legendary lasagna. Enough to feed army,” her eyes shifted to Wyatt, “I hope you don’t mind if I take some home with me. This will make a perfect lunch at work tomorrow.”&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 19:06:16</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>dinner &amp; conversation, waiting to hear about wyatt's dream</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» paisley . payton . tragan </span></span><br><hr><br>Brie could feel herself filling with warmth at the congratulations and warm welcomes from her brother, Melinda, and Paisley, and she quickly reminded them to ask her if they ever needed tickets to performances of anything in the city. With all the people she knew, it was usually relatively easy to find passes to musicals, plays, and of course dance performances. The smile on her face brightened considerably when Paisley offered her a place to stay. <strong>"I might come around for a day or two after my stay here. I've missed being able to set the table for more than myself."</strong> Paisley's place - gosh, how long had it been since she'd visited? - was always a peaceful, calming place. It had a soothing aura to it, mostly likely to do with Paisley's powers with plants. There was always sure to be green things nearby, if not in the apartment itself.<br><br>And it would be nice to catch up over food, and meals, and being able to cook together. Brie wasn't always at ease with sharing her life with people other than Tray, but Paisley was easy to get along with.<br><br>When Payton slid into the room, Brie smiled and waved her over to the table. <strong>"I hope you won't mind sharing the shower tonight, Payton - I'll be here for a couple of days while I recover from Vegas. My body just doesn't have the endurance for all night partying anymore."</strong> She continued the chatter with her female cousins, waiting until Payton took a seat before she dug into her food with all the gusto of a starving animal. Still, she managed to reach over and squeeze her brother's hand in between bites, telling him silently that she'd missed him. They didn't talk as much as they used to - probably her own fault, given how thin she was stretched these days - but maybe Tray had stuff going on that had been troubling him. He was usually at least better than her about keeping in touch.<br><br>While the other cousins talked, she leaned closer to his seat. <strong>"I've missed you too, Tray."</strong> His nickname for her was something only they shared - just like the way she called only Tray by a nickname, while she addressed everyone else by their full name. <strong>"You busy later? We should catch up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 19:42:11</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>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Brianne, Melinda, Wyatt, &amp; Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br>Before Wyatt could give any details, he spotted Payton, and his mind finally made the connection between the loud siren that had been blaring outside, and his cousins presence.&nbsp; A wicked smile curved his lips, and he winked in his cousins direction.&nbsp; She was the fun one, and maybe one day he'd ask her what she had been getting up to that night.<br><br>As if to punctuate Melly's words about the lasagna being legendary, he nodded along enthusiastically with a mouthful of food, making sure that he was chewing with his mouth shut, so he wouldn't gross anyone out too much.&nbsp; When he felt a hand squeeze his, he looked down and than back up to smile sheepishly at his sister.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Actually, I do have plans with Austin.&nbsp; I'd cancel, but I have something important to talk to him about.</strong>"&nbsp; His voice was low, and he squinted his eyes a little in concentration.&nbsp; "<strong>But I do want to talk to you, so maybe you'd like to tag along for a bit?</strong>"&nbsp; He would probably be the first to admit to being a bit over protective of his time with Austin.&nbsp; It was hard to get guy time lately, and since he didn't have too many friends, he usually guarded his guy's nights out with Austin zealously.&nbsp; But with Brie it was alright, she was almost always the exception to the rule. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 18:21:34</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br><strong>"I wonder"...</strong><br><br>Wyatt seemed slightly distracted, missing Melinda's comment as he moved to the stove and leaned in to the side, looking down in the crack between it and the counter.&nbsp; He shook his head and held his hand up, the oven mitt orbing into his grasp.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It fell down between the oven and the counter."</strong><br><br>He grabbed another oven pad and moved to the lasagne, picking it up and carrying it to the dining room table, where he had set a towel down.&nbsp; He set the dish on the towel to prevent damage to the nice table and the mitts were orbed back into the kitchen.&nbsp; He clasped his hands together and smiled, taking his seat at the head of the table.&nbsp; As he was asked about his dream, he shook his head.<br><br><strong>"In a moment."</strong><br><br>He dipped his head slightly and spoke solemnly... a ritual that Wyatt repeated for every meal.<br><strong><em><br>"We thank the Elders and the Charmed Ones for all that has been done and may this food be as blessed as our lives have been."</em></strong><br><br>He looked up and smiled again.&nbsp; He never expected anyone to partake in the ritual but him, though if anyone ever wanted to, they were more than welcome.&nbsp; It was just his own way of honoring the past.&nbsp; As Lee chided him about the lasagne, he chuckled.<br><br><strong>"I carried it into the dining room, didn't I?"</strong><br><br>He nodded in Melinda's direction at her query.<br><br><strong>"Of course you can take as much as you need.&nbsp; I have another one still in the oven.&nbsp; By all means everyone, eat until you're full and take some home."</strong><br><br>He nodded to Brianne and offered a small smile.<br><br><strong>"The cards or the crystal... whichever you feel most comfortable with.&nbsp; I... the dream was probably just nothing.&nbsp; Still"...</strong><br><br>He was about to continue when Payton slipped in and kissed his cheek.&nbsp; He gently touched her arm with a returned smile.<br><strong><br>"Payton.&nbsp; I'm glad you could be here.&nbsp; There are only a couple of us missing now."</strong><br><br>He took a bite of his lasagne and seemed satisfied with the taste and texture.&nbsp; He always was very critical of his own cooking.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I was uh... just about to share a dream I had last night with everyone.&nbsp; As I said, it was probably nothing... but it's better to talk about it I suppose.&nbsp; Have a seat... eat your fill."</strong><br><br>He paused before continuing... running a hand through his soft dark blonde hair.<br><br><strong>"It was weird.&nbsp; I was on a boat.&nbsp; Like an old time ship... it was daytime.&nbsp; Mom, aunt Paige and aunt Pheobe were there with me.&nbsp; I was about to go up and hug them when they all pointed at the horizon at the same time.&nbsp; There was this forboding darkness.&nbsp; It... actually scared me.&nbsp; So much that I woke up."</strong><br><br>He rubbed his eyes.<br><br><strong>"It wouldn't be so bad if the darkness wasn't so palpable.&nbsp; It felt very evil.&nbsp; I thought we were done with all that after the final battle."</strong><br><br>He sighed and suddenly smiled.<br><br><strong>"But then... maybe it was just a dream."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 15:15:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Family time</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/Drew_Fuller_6.jpg?t=1324604711)</div>Chris was running a few minutes late. It was an unusual occurrence for the second child of Piper and Leo. The half-witch half-whitelighter was typically early for any appointment. His high Type-A personality coupled with a slight bit of neuroticism kept him on his toes most of the time. Now he was late and that only increased his anxiety.<br><br>Chris had been out doing some research about a new demon he’d heard about from a leprechaun. This demon targeted particularly vulnerable homeless kids. The witch-whitelighter had very little to go on and didn’t come up with much, other than finding himself in some questionable locations. This one was quite far from the Manor. He decided to take the easy approach and orb. Orbing to Chris was as easy as breathing. He’d been doing it before he was born. Well, technically he traveled back in time before he was born, but it still counted.<br><br>The orbing cut his travel time to nothing. Before rematerializing he saw most of his cousins and his siblings. It was a large group, but not so surprising. Food often brought out the hungry. Chris noticed several of his cousins that showed up on occasion.<br><br>As he materialized he listened to Wyatt’s dream and his easy dismissal. They all knew that dreams often held messages or warnings that should be interpreted and heeded. <br><br>“No way, you don’t have dream premonitions too!” Chris said as he appeared. “Give a brother a complex with your all-mightiness.” He smiled as he joked at their sibling rivalry. Chris was devoted to Wyatt completely, but the little brother certainly wouldn’t let it go to his head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 16:34:55</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Halliwell Family <br><br><br><hr><br>Melinda was grateful when Paisley offered for Brie to stay at her place since she really did not want long term company at her apartment. She did not mind visits as long as the person remained respectful of her belongings before heading out of the door within a reasonable time. Her desperate need for privacy was one of the reasons she did not frequent P3 for late night partying and why she moved out of the manor as soon as she was able to barely afford it. The cutting of her lasagna on the plate was nearly done, perfectly cut into squares when Wyatt sat at the table. The little bite of food neared to her mouth, causing her tongue to water, when he began to pray. Melinda stopped the fork just in front of her mouth before she hid a smile of amusement on her face by turning it out of his line of sight since this was a typical Wyatt habit. One she didn't necessarily agree with for various reasons. She understood that the Elders helped to keep good in the world, but some stories from her mother did not put them in the best light while it felt weird to pray to her mother as if she were a goddess or something. Mom was Mom. Despite her personal opinion towards this ritual of prayer, she lowered her head as her eyelashes and allowed them to touch her high cheekbones. This was Wyatt’s house, and it was common courtesy to respect his rules since she no longer lived here anymore. <br><br>Once he finished, she finally took a first bite of the food and barely contained a pleased moan since it felt like heaven in her mouth after forsaking eating all day. She gave Wyatt thumbs up when he said that there was more than enough for her to take home. "This is amazing," she complimented him after swallowing her food. It was crazy since there was food at the restaurant, but none of it compared to her brother’s home cooking. Plus she did not like setting a bad example for her employees by taking food home. Stuff for Summerland stayed at the Summerland. For a long time, Melinda was tempted to ask him to write out a recipe book to have at the restaurant, but she didn’t think that he would willingly part with his secret ingredients for family food. She continued eating as Wyatt began describing this unusual dream of his that sounded more serious than just silly. Why would her mother and aunts come to Wyatt for no reason at all? She swallowed her food and wiped at her face with a napkin before giving her honest opinion, “That doesn’t sound like just a dream to me. It sounds like a warning.” Her hand with the fork shook, but she grasped it tightly to stop herself as her mind developed the worse possibly for darkness to appear. None of them were good. <br><br>There were plenty of books upstairs in the attic on demons and evil, but there had been no reason for them to use it while growing up. Quietly while thinking, she continued eating her food even though her appetite diminished considerably. She was not even surprised when her second older brother, Chris, orbed into the room. She didn’t particularly like his joking tone about the matter, and she wasn't able to bite her tongue in time to stop herself from speaking. “I really don’t like how you guys are treating this. How many times did warnings come to Mom before something horrible happened?” Her voice was thick with emotion as she tried to not let her worry get the best of her. Her eyes closed to prevent herself from crying like an idiot at the table. The last thing she needed was for evil to come back into the world to make her life more of a living hell than it already was. "Excuse me," she mumbled before orbing away into the bathroom before locking the door. It was a stupid habit since it didn't necessarily work in this family. Sighing, she walked over to the mirror to check her face. There were faint dark circles under her eyes as she wiped away a single tear that rolled down her face. "Get it together, Melly," she chided herself gently while breathing in and out slowly to calm down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 22:42:30</strong>
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				<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">Can't let your guard down for a second!</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: the Halliwells</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">When Payton had entered and sat down she had been somewhat relieved to see that everyone had started without her, taking their eating as a sign that she had missed Wyatt's ritual. It was just a simple line really, nothing overly ornate or flowery and not even terribly wordy but she could never get that sentence to pass through her lips. As far as she was concerned she didn't have a damned thing to thank the Elders for and she definitely didn't feel the urge to thank a woman who had left her behind with such invasive powers and no clue how to tame them. Usually, rather than say it along with him, Payton found she had to take a deep breath and let it out slowly as she counted to five. The typical rush of anger the prayer brought on had been growing stronger over the years, especially now that her powers had returned to wreak havoc on her life. She wouldn't begrudge Wyatt his ritual but she just couldn't bring herself to join in and so it was probably best that they had gotten that part out of the way before she had come down.<br><br>When Brie mentioned not having the endurance for all night partying Payton grinned wickedly, <strong>“Well I most certainly do have the endurance so if you need me to fill in for you at a party or two, just let me know.”</strong> She would love to go to a real party without having to sneak. Didn't people realize she wouldn't get into half as much trouble if they weren't always trying to keep her out of things? <strong>“As for sharing the shower, no worries there. I've been sharing for eighteen years now, another few nights won't make any more difference to me.”</strong> And it was the truth. Payton had never minded sharing anything with family for the most part, she just hated to be taken for granted was all. As the youngest of nine cousins and the shortest to boot, she was often overlooked if she wasn't standing in someones face or yelling at the top of her lungs. <br><br>Still smiling despite her overall weariness, Payton caught Tragan's wink to her and let her eyes go wide, flashing him a rather kittenish look of innocence. No one had fallen for that look since she was ten but there it was anyway. The look faded away as her stomach rumbled loudly and she dug into her food with much more enthusiasm than she had expected. For some reason she was starving which was odd since she'd had a Caesar salad for lunch. Wait. No, she'd bought a Caesar salad but hadn't been able to actually eat it because her boss had demanded she take dictation. Dictation for crying out loud! Who even did that anymore?! <br><br>Shoveling a bite of lasagna into her mouth she shook herself from her thoughts and instead focused the conversation, relaxing into the ebb and flow of her cousins' banter. When he began, Payton payed close attention to the details of Wyatt's dream, not even blinking when Chris orbed in. Instead she was focused on stamping out the small bit of jealousy that had wormed its way inside her. <em> Chill out Pay! This has got to stop. You don't even want to see her so there's no reason to be jealous,</em> she mentally scolded herself. Of course she probably should have been paying better attention to the direction of the conversation because all of a sudden a thick wave of emotion threatened to engulf her and Melinda orbed away.<br><br><strong> “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”</strong> She muttered to herself, dropping her fork quietly and closing her eyes as she fought to concentrate on her breathing. She tried not to draw attention to herself as she fought for control, not wanting the others to know her powers were on the fritz. She wasn't even sure if they knew her powers were unbound as she so rarely talked with any of them beyond the usual chit chat occasionally. With each inhale and exhale she forced herself to focus on her own body, her own feelings, even going so far as to pinch herself to help tune out everything else that didn't belong to her. So many emotions all at once and they just kept building, coalescing like a runaway snowball in a cartoon that just kept growing bigger and bigger. It was always like this. One thing would catch her by surprise and then suddenly she was wide open for everything else. They filled her up, altered her own mood, made her heart ache and her stomach clench. There were good emotions but somehow they were always drowned out by the bad. The fear, anger, and worry. Heartbreak. There were always charged emotions around, she <em>knew</em> that. She was so stupid to let her guard down, especially so soon after her earlier episode. It was like they were drawn to her or her range was widening or something. She didn't understand why she had so little control when as a kid she had mastered the ability to turn it on and off so quickly. Goddess she hated this!</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 09:01:13</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>thinking about payton &amp; hearing about the dream</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» tragan . payton . wyatt . chris </span></span><br><hr><br>Brie smiled and folded another forkful of lasagne into her mouth. <strong>"If you don't mind sharing Austin for a little bit, it'll be nice to match your face to your voice. I don't think we've spent any time together since before our tour."</strong> Even though she usually abstained from pastas and starches, it was nice being able to indulge herself once in a while. Her strict diet didn't usually allow for much deviation, but since she didn't have to be back at <em>Unity</em> for a couple of days, at least it meant that she could work or dance off the extra portions in the meantime. <br><br>Grinning at Payton, Brie made sure to wink slyly. <strong>"The company members who went on tour are going to be celebrating tomorrow night at Onyx,"</strong> she commented innocently, naming one of the most popular dance clubs in town. It was definitely the best in the South of Market district, and arguably one of the classiest in the city. It also happened to be one of the more expensive venues for college-age clubbers - but then, that was a perk of being in Unity, where the director knew everyone, the choreographers knew almost everyone, and even company members (especially the ones over 21) had ins to the best dance clubs in town. Truthfully, Brie could always go to P3, but it was usually too close to home... and it was awkward if Tray happened to be there. The one time they'd both gone to the same club (she with her usual friends in the company, and he with some people from college), she'd ended up making out with someone he knew. It had been awkward. That hadn't ended well.<br><br>They could do a lot of things together, but Brie tried not to be so sexually uninhibited around her twin. She was openly comfortable with her sexuality, but there were some things that brothers did not to see their sisters doing. Cousins, on the other hand, were a different story. <strong>"They're limiting the attendance to 21 and over tomorrow, since we already had our company celebration last night, but if you want to come, I'll have your name put on the guest list."</strong> Brie was really fond of Payton, even though the younger girl could sometimes be difficult. They both had the same free spirit, and they both lived in the moment. Brie's passion for life had manifested itself in dance, but it didn't stop her from having a good time or clubbing. She didn't like to think of her looking after Payton as being charity - but maybe by giving her a place to <em>be</em> free and responsible for her own decisions, it would give Payton an outlet for what often seemed like anger.<br><br>Plus, the members of Unity came from all walks. Few of them danced full time or worked in the industry, and maybe Payton would be able to connect someone and find her direction.<br><br>Brie was ready to deflect any concerns from Paisley or the boys, but once Wyatt started talking about his dream, all thoughts of dancing and Onyx fled from her mind. She frowned when he uncharacteristically brushed it off as 'just' a dream, and became perplexed when Chris, who would usually be the first to organize a plan of attack, instead tried to bring some brevity back into the conversation. It was well meaning, she was sure, but it had completely the opposite effect on at least two people at the table.<br><br>The clatter of a fork Melinda was the first to disappear in a cluster of orbs, her brow crinkled anxiously (although the biting of her lip showed an attempt to control her emotions at the table). Brie wondered for a split second if she should go after her, but found herself at a bit of a loss. It was hard to know when a comforting shoulder was wanted or needed, and when it would be more intrusive than helpful. And at the moment, it was really Payton that had her more worried. She looked like she wanted to become a stone, with her eyes closed and her entire body still.<br><br>She cleared her throat softly to get Wyatt and Chris' attention. <strong>"You know more than anyone that dreams are hardly meaningless, especially when it's our dreams,"</strong> she said softly. Everyone had stopped talking and eating - nobody would have any trouble hearing her. <strong>"It's not like you - either of you - to trivialize something like a dream, or try to minimize its significance."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 02:30:32</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> The Family<br><br><hr><br>Lee was content at the family table. Wyatt's food smelled delicious and she had taken her first bite before he was done with his little ritual. It was something he did and it seemed to give him some sort of peace of mind but Lee would never thank the Elders or the position of the "Charmed Ones". She appreciated the power their mother's had passed on to them but she could never find it in her heart to hold any reverence for the Elders or the fact that being the Charmed One's had brought so very much pain and so many tribulations into their lives.&nbsp; She also found it hard to be reverent for a dubious status that could fall on any of them...though she thought it most likely to fall on the oldest of each sister which left her safely out of the running.<br><br>Something she was glad for. Let PJ get caught up in fighting demons, she just wanted to be left with her plants and the restaurant. She liked her life as it was...though it sounded like life was going to be changing if Wyatt's dream was any indication.<br><br>"It sounds pretty clear that that's a warning Wyatt, have you done a seance to talk to any of our Mother's, see if they could tell you anything?" she asked, it seemed like a simple question, after all hadn't they grown up on stories of their Mother's calling on Grams and Grandma Patty at various times? <br><br>Before she could think of anything else to say Chris was coming in and Melinda was orbing out and Payton was muttering under her breath. Looking at her sister she recognized that something was wrong though she wasn't entirely certain what it was. Anyone who hadn't grown up with her probably wouldn't notice anything, but she was Lee's baby sister and she knew something was wrong. Reaching out she plucked at the girl's shirt, a warm smile curving her lips, "Come on sis, let's take a turn through the garden, I want to talk to you about something. These guys can figure out Wyatt's dream and fill us in, in a bit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 15:41:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Loosen up or you’ll explode</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/Drew_Fuller_6.jpg?t=1324604711)</div>Chris listened to his sister and cousin as they attempted to chide him. His overly emotional sister excused herself to the bathroom. He merely sighed. A few years earlier he might have gotten a bit more worked up, perhaps even shouted in retort. Frankly, he was just too tired. It had been a long day. Regardless – he had to make a point.<br><br>The second child of Piper was all too aware of the importance of visions, dreams and other forms of divining the future.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127011.msg5634026#msg5634026">Quote from: Caeli on 25-12-2011, 09:01:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She cleared her throat softly to get Wyatt and Chris' attention. <strong>"You know more than anyone that dreams are hardly meaningless, especially when it's our dreams,"</strong> she said softly. Everyone had stopped talking and eating - nobody would have any trouble hearing her. <strong>"It's not like you - either of you - to trivialize something like a dream, or try to minimize its significance."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“I’m not sure I’m in much of a mood for a lecture.” Chris said plopping down in a chair at the table. He grabbed a plate and filled it up with food before continuing. “Fighting demons can become all encompassing. You can forget to live your life and it can destroy you.” He forked at the lasagna and took a bite. “Each of the Charmed ones experienced it. They all chased after demons with a life out of balance.” Chris paused, swallowed his mouthful. “It happened to me. It was family that kept them grounded, centered them.” He stared into a glass of water and watched it ripple around the edge. His mind was elsewhere, not quite searching for anything in particular…just checked out.<br><br>Chris shook off his daydream and smiled. “Besides, one night without demons. We need one night.” His eyes moved to Wyatt. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 06:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Brianne, Melinda, Wyatt, &amp; Paisley</span></span></div><br><br>Tray nodded thoughtfully, while chewing, a sure sign of 'of course I'll share Austin with you;'&nbsp; In fact, Brie was the only one he would share him with, since she was special.&nbsp; He kept on eating, even as Chris orbed in, Melly orbed out, and Payton stiffened in shock.&nbsp; He shot Lee a proud smile, since it was obvious Payton needed to get away from people for a moment, a little fresh air would probably do her well, if the the sudden, almost-overwhelming hope for control seemed to radiate from her.&nbsp; His brow lifted for a moment in surprise, before smoothing back down.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what kind of control his cousin was hoping for, patience, anger?&nbsp; He wasn't sure what it could be, but he wasn't about to ask about it, since he respected her privacy.<br><br>He sighed, not particularly agreeing with everyone else about the dream.&nbsp; Wyatt had many powers, but dream reading wasn't one of them, so he doubted that it was a literal meaning of doom.&nbsp; It probably meant something else, something unrelated to demons, although he couldn't be sure about it.&nbsp; Of course it could mean something, but he wasn't about to bump demons onto the top of his list of things to worry about currently.<br><br>When Chris spoke about them needing a night without Demons, he could feel the real need for it in his voice, and he cleared his throat.&nbsp; He wasn't going to give his real opinion, growing up with so many woman had taught him the folly of doing <em>that</em>, but he could relieve the tendrils of tension that seemed to overtake the room.<br><br>"<strong>Alright guys, I don't think Chris meant any harm by his comment, so let's not start in on him.</strong>"&nbsp; He sent a reassuring smile at his cousin Chris, before turning back to everyone.&nbsp; He wanted to say more, but instead went back to his food, hoping that everyone would calm down.<br><br>(Edit: I added on something in the first paragraph to make it clearer that Tray may be able to feel Payton's hope, but he doesn't know what it means.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 09:54:08</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt seemed a bit nervous as he took a bite of his food... chewing and swallowing as Chris playfully chided him about potentially developing another power.&nbsp; He honestly hoped that wasn't the case.&nbsp; The last thing he needed was the ability to get premonitions.&nbsp; He knew his aunt Phoebe had considered it a curse often enough in her life and he didn't need the complication of having to learn to control something new.&nbsp; He'd spent most of his life honing the powers he already had.&nbsp; But developing a new power now seemed unlikely, so he wasn't particularly worried.&nbsp; He frowned as his sister and cousins admonished his apparent cavalier attitude regarding his dream.&nbsp; He was about to say something when Melinda orbed out and he sighed, glancing first to Lee and then to Helen, Tragan and Chris.<br><strong><br>"I know... but I really don't want to believe this peaceful era is going to end.&nbsp; I like my life the way it is now.&nbsp; I was even thinking about asking someone out soon."</strong><br><br>His thoughts drifted to Jinni for a moment... PJ's best friend for the last couple years.&nbsp; The two were practically joined at the hip.&nbsp; Wyatt had developed feelings for the girl from afar but had not pursued anything for fear of complications involving her and PJ's friendship.&nbsp; Things could get awkward if it didn't work out... and then there was the whole 'I'm a witch' thing.&nbsp; He knew the girl was a gypsy but that didn't mean she knew about magic.&nbsp; He had come close to asking her out a few times, but had always opted out in the end.&nbsp; It wouldn't have been so bad if his whole family wasn't well aware of the attraction between the two of them.&nbsp; Not that Wyatt knew that Jinni felt the same.&nbsp; <br><br>He was brought out of his thoughts by Payton, who was having some sort of panic attack.&nbsp; He frowned and looked her way, feeling guilty suddenly.<br><br><strong>"Oh Payton... I'm sorry.&nbsp; I didn't mean to upset you.&nbsp; Are you ok?"</strong><br><br>He knew it was probably something more than just that, but he didn't want to pry too much.&nbsp; Besides, he figured Lee had things well in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He offered a grateful look to Lee as she offered to take Payton outside.&nbsp; Chris' words were not lost on him either... he offered a nod to his brother and was about to say something else when his cell phone beeped at him.&nbsp; He blinked and looked around.<br><br><strong>"Was that me?"</strong><br><br>He reached down and procured his phone, glancing at the screen.<br><br><strong>"Yep, that was mine."</strong><br><br>He arched a brow at PJ's message and texted back swiftly.<br><strong><br><em>You're going to have to be more specific than that, PJ.</em></strong><br><br>He shook his head and texted again.<br><br><strong><em>You're missing dinner.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'll save you a plate.</em></strong><br><br>He clicked his tongue and spoke aloud.<br><br><strong>"PJ's still at the club.&nbsp; I swear she never stops working.&nbsp; I don't think she's going to be joining us tonight."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 17:29:33</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N/A<br><br><br><hr><br>Still in the bathroom, Melinda refreshed her makeup to cover up the fact that she cried like some type of emotional braggart. No need to attract more attention to herself after leaving the table. The truth was that once she started crying, the rest of her pent up frustrations fell out of her as well since she held so much inside of her. So not only was she crying about this ridiculous and slightly scary dream her brother told them at the dinner table, but also her frustrations about working in a hellhole and not being able to find a better job. The fact that it felt like her life was moving slowly, much slower than some of her other friends. The fact that her life plan was not likely to happen since she was at a standstill in her life. She was twenty-four, almost over the hill and sliding downward towards her thirties. Sure, she had the restaurant as a backup plan, but that was not solely hers. <br><br>Though she loved her mother dearly, it sometimes felt like she walked through prepared footsteps in the sand rather than create her own. A forced, practiced smile appeared on her face as she stared into the mirror. <em>I should just orb home</em>. Yet she knew that running away from her family was not the solution nor was leaving her car parked in front of the manor. <em>You are a powerful witch and an amazing woman.</em> She thought the words in her head as empowerment to help her feel better about her situation since her friend told her about doing it. It was called being your own personal cheerleader. Once she felt slightly better and ready to face her family again, she placed her hand on the door to walk back rather than orb. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 17:05:49</strong>
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				<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">Why won't this damn thing work?!</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley, Wyatt</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Having fully lost track of the flow of conversation, Payton almost jumped when her sweatshirt was tugged. Her eyes fluttered open and slowly she focused on her sister's smiling face. Confusion added to the mix fogging her brain for a moment but as Lee's words managed to penetrate the thick cloud of emotions surrounding her, she nodded almost eagerly. A change in location wouldn't solve her problem by any means, they lived in a well populated neighborhood so there would be emotion everywhere, but if she had to keep sitting at the table while fighting this off her little secret would get out for sure. She did plan on telling everyone.... eventually. Like, you know, after she had some control. It was important for her to look competent with her magic. She wasn't sure why but it was. <br><br>Brow furrowed as pain kicked up to join the disharmonious clash in her mind, she tried to keep her focus maintained, pushing everything outward in an attempt to retain her sense of self. The emotions were still there of course but every second they felt a little more distant which told her that her efforts were working to some degree—it was just a shame that the effort it was taking was causing a huge migraine to swell. <br><br>Wyatt's concern brought her head around to him and she forced a bit of a smile, <strong>“No worries cousin. You didn't upset me. Just... I'm ok.”</strong> Geez she sucked at lying.<br><br>Focusing back on the task at hand she knew there had to be a trick to this. Some little thing she was forgetting. If she could figure that out controlling her power would be as natural as breathing. As the daughter of a cupid and a powerful witch with empathic abilities, she was practically built to handle emotions. It didn't seem natural that she would struggle so much with this and it frustrated her to no end.<br><br>Standing from her chair she turned and shoved her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. She heard Wyatt mention something about PJ not making it to dinner and somehow that made her feel both relieved and disappointed. She and PJ didn't always get along, especially as of late, but that didn't mean she didn't miss the big sister she remembered from when she was younger. <br><br>Trying to appear nonchalant about it, Payton made her way carefully toward the door that would lead them out into the garden. There thankfully weren't any puddles around but it would still be embarrassing to take a spill. She wasn't sure why her sister wanted to go outside but she couldn't help but feel a little grateful for Lee's perception, even if it sometimes meant she was caught red handed. Likely she would end up having to explain herself, something she wasn't quite ready to do but there was some comfort in knowing that if she could get anyone to keep her secret it was Lee. Pulling open the door she stepped outside and held it open for her sister.&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 04:17:36</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>eating. just eating.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» tragan . chris . wyatt </span></span><br><hr><br>Ready to throw a snappy retort back at Chris, Brie opened her mouth to say something when Tray spoke up. <strong><em>"Alright guys, I don't think Chris meant any harm by his comment, so let's not start in on him."</em></strong><br><br>Rather than add to the tense atmosphere around the table, what with Melinda's abrupt disappearance and Payton and Paisley both taking a walk outside, Brie took a deep breath and sat back in her seat amiably. She and Chris were both too straightforward for their own good - not that they butted heads often, but she knew that Chris wasn't afraid of speaking his mind. <strong>"Well, there's no point in worrying until we actually confirm that the dream means something. For all we know, it could just be your unconscious telling you that you're ready to face your obstacles."</strong> She didn't make dream interpretation a part of her skill set because her powers were not dream-centric, but she'd found the topic fascinating regardless for leisure reading.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, Brie returned to her food, enjoying the nuances of each bite. It would be nice to eat food that she didn't cook again. She did occasionally eat at the restaurant if there was food left over at the end of the night (and she had long arranged for the opening manager to take extra food from the night before to shelters, food kitchens, and other places that could use extra food to reduce waste), but she didn't often return to the restaurant after her long days of dancing, teaching, and practicing... on top of the early hours of restaurant management she somehow fit in during the wee hours of the morning.<br><br>Since it seemed that the group conversation had broken up a bit, Brie turned back to her brother with an inquiring <em>look</em>. <strong>"Have you seen Will lately? I haven't seen him since I went out of town, but I had this feeling that something was bothering him. I just didn't want to ask with me leaving, though..."</strong> She took another bite, chewing thoughtfully, and asked another question before Tray had time to respond to the first. <strong>"Do you think he's coming tonight? Maybe we should text him and ask..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 01:50:06</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> Manor Garden<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton<br><br><hr><br>Rising from her seat she nodded to her cousins before following her sister out into the garden. Watching the pretty brunette she squashed her concern for her little sister and moved among the plants that her touch kept lush and healthy. A garden was where she felt the most herself, the most connected to her gifts, and the most at peace. Running her fingers over the flowers she let that peace fill her because she suspected that whatever was up with Payton could be a very long conversation.<br><br>It was a few minutes before she actually turned her full attention on her sister, "Payton, what's going on with you sweetie? You're my little sister, no one else might have noticed it but I saw how skittish you got when Melinda took of. Is something going on?"<br><br>Her voice as she asked was calm, her eyes sympathetic and the question kind enough that Payton didn't really have to tell her anything she didn't want to but would know her sister was there if, and when, she was ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 01:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101-1.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">.::. Being a bit evasive .::.<br>.::. Tagging: Brianne &amp; Will .::.</span></span></span></div><br>Tray was still eating, even as his cousins left for that bit of air Lee had suggested.&nbsp; He watched them go, while he chewed, savoring each bite, and contemplating whether or not he would be able to ask Wyatt for a doggie bag without having to answer uncomfortable questions about the state of his kitchen; or more specifically, his fridge.&nbsp; Just as he decided that he probably could manage it, and maybe a little something more for Austin, since he was missing dinner anyway, his attention was drawn back to Brie.&nbsp; He smiled at her, since her words pretty much matched his thoughts perfectly, even if he knew by the expression on her face that she would be taking this more seriously than he would, not that there was anything wrong with that; more power to her.&nbsp; At the mention of Will, his expression sobered.&nbsp; If truth were known, he was a bit ashamed of himself.&nbsp; He had been a bit distant with Will, not because of any argument they may have had, but because he had been distant from most of his family recently.&nbsp; It was bad enough that he had gone so long without getting into contact with Brie, but being reminded of Will only made him feel worse.&nbsp; His eyes dropped to his plate, before rising back towards his twins face.<br><br><strong>Actually, I didn't realize until just now, but I haven't seen him in a while either.&nbsp; I'll just text him now to see if he'll be showing up for dinner before it's all gone.</strong>&nbsp; He Felt guilty, and so he actually put down his fork long enough to pull out his cell, and punch in a short text message.&nbsp; "<em>Hey Will, coming to dinner tonight at the Manor?&nbsp; Wyatt made Lasagna.</em>"&nbsp; It was probably one of his longer text's, but hopefully their little brother would get it before dinner was over.&nbsp; If he missed it, than they could always make some time tomorrow to meet up.<br><br>"<strong>Sent.&nbsp; If he doesn't get back to us in time, we can always just meet up tomorrow.</strong>"&nbsp; He raised a questioning brow at Brie, maybe he could talk her into buying lunch.&nbsp; The thought had a mischievous grin spreading over his face, when thoughts of food, and Brie, gave him a better idea.&nbsp; It would be much better if he could talk her into making them lunch instead of going out.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 05:02:50</strong>
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				<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">To tell or not to tell...</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">As her sister immediately gravitated toward the plants, Payton hung back some, trying to get a grip on... well, herself really. Arms crossed she huddled into her oversized hoodie and wondered what specifically her sister was wanting. Had emotions not been pounding at her from all sides, Lee's silence might have unnerved her but as it was, the majority of her attention was focused on keeping the herself together. A blessing in disguise really, the migraine that was settling in seemed to be helping her focus as the physical pain seemed to swell and supersede all else.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the sky for a moment. Payton wasn't the most patient of people under the best of circumstances but she knew nothing would urge her sister to speak of whatever was on her mind until she was good and ready. She envied her that seemingly unshakable, calm disposition. It always seemed vaguely out of reach for her. <br><br>After a few minutes ,Lee seemed satisfied with the plants and shifted her attention and drew Payton's in turn. The question that left the taller witch's lips wasn't at all unexpected but somehow she found herself at a loss for how exactly to answer. Part of her wanted to tell her older sister everything, to just blurt out all the crap that had been happening with her powers and even how angry she'd been feeling as of late, but another part of her insisted she was strong enough to handle it on her own, that it wasn't anyone's burden to bear but hers. <br><br>Not really sure of what to say, she dropped her gaze to socks and gave a half shrug, <strong>“Its nothing really. Just got a little... concerned is all. About Melly I mean. And Wyatt's dream. Bad vibes and stuff, ya know?”</strong> She lifted her eyes then, though she couldn't quite meet Lee's gaze.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 05:47:15</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N/A <br><em>Great.</em><br><br><hr><br>The walk back to the dining area took longer than she expected since Melinda usually orbed everywhere when in the family manor. Plus, in her distress, she suffered a magical accident that took her to the second floor bathroom rather than the first floor. Quietly and slowly, Melinda made her way down the stairs, taking the time to stare at the pictures decorating the walls. The image of her aunt Phoebe came to mind from when she was younger as she explained the picture of her mom and herself with an darked haired woman. She could still recall the brief pained look in her aunt's eyes before she replied simply.<em> The walls hold memories, both painful and joyful.</em> The words stayed in her mind throughout her life as the walls replayed important moments of her family's life. Baby pictures. Graduation. Even days of disaster when she managed to get into some flour when her mother was not paying attention. The sadness lifted off her shoulders as she continued downward, careful to avoid the step that squeaked entirely too loudly, as she tried not to alert her family. She inhaled deeply before exhaling quietly out her mouth before she peered discreetly around the corner of the wall into the dining area. Instantly, Melinda felt a bit guilty upon noticing some of her cousins were missing from the table.<em> Good job, Melinda, you ruined dinner.</em> An embarrassed flush brightened her face to a pink glow before she pushed herself back against the wall, still not entering to return to dinner. <br><br>It was tempting to dash to the door and return to her little apartment. Running away from problems always seemed like the easiest opinion, but Melinda knew the truth. Doing such an action would strain things between her family members and herself for being overemotional over a dream. A dream. Her eyes lifted upward, almost wishing for some type of sign from her mother to guide her in the right direction. Of course, nothing came. She clasped her fingers in front of her stomach before pulling herself off the wall and walking back into the dining area. A lot of people seemed to be having their own conversations so she merely smiled at both of her brothers before resuming to eat her dinner. She chewed slowly as the flavor returned to her food despite the earlier disagreement. A little vibration in her pocket caused her to look down before slipping the device out to look at the screen. Melinda's face lit up with pleasure at the person texting her before she slipped the phone back in her pocket, content to wait before replying. As she ate, her mind shifted through the to-do list for tomorrow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 15:31:59</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> Manor Garden<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton<br><br><hr><br>Listening to her sister, Lee let out a soft sigh and gave the younger woman a slightly cross look while placing one hand on her hip in a stance most of the undergrads she worked with at school had come to learn meant they were about to be lectured, "Payton Vincentia Halliwell, I am your older sister, you don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to, but don't think a lie that flimsy is going to pass either. It wasn't concern on your face when Mel orbed out, it was a flash of pain...yours. You did cover it quickly though, if I hadn't been looking at you I'd have missed it and I'm sure everyone else did."<br><br>Looking at her sister the cross look softened and she smiled, stepping close and brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, her eyes shining with sisterly affection, "I love you Payton, you're my baby sister and I am going to worry about you until the day I die, so, if you don't want to talk to me about it, would at least promise me that you'll talk to someone? Dad would be just as willing to help, you know he's here for us too but whatever it is sweetie, it seems like you need some guidance. Don't let that stubborn Halliwell pride we've all got in spades, make you think you need to handle things by yourself o.k.? You aren't alone. We might be insane, but helping each other is what family is for," she added with a gentle smile.<br><br>Moving back to give her sister room she remained in the garden but moved to check on the plants once more. They didn't need anything but she wanted to give Payton space to think on what she'd said and open up if she chose to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 21:37:12</strong>
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				<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">Oh fine!</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Payton huffed as her sister walked off to give her space. Leave it to Lee to make things difficult. She could have just kept pushing and picking her until Payton got all angry and defensive and stormed off, or something else suitably dramatic, but no. She had to go and be all sweet and reasonable and leave her younger sister feeling guilty, like she was wrong to keep her secrets.<br><br>Truthfully, the younger woman wasn't exactly sure why she felt guilty at all. It wasn't as though she had done anything wrong—this time—and she couldn't actually hurt anyone with her powers. Empathy and premonitions were pretty much passive abilities and on the whole fairly boring, when working correctly anyhow. Really, what was she going to do? Feel someone to death? Payton let out a light snort as she watched Lee play with her plants.<br><br>She held out all of five minutes before her mouth opened of its own accord and words came tumbling out loud enough to carry to her sister. <strong>“Look... I'm sorry. I don't mean to lie to you. Its just... well,”</strong> she hesitated now. She knew Lee was right. To be fair, she should probably just ask her father about her powers but they weren't exactly on good terms at the moment and she wouldn't be able to bear it if she called him and he didn't come. Still, while she didn't want her family all worried about how to “fix” her, maybe they did at least need to know her magic was back, especially if Wyatt's dream was a message of sorts. <br><br>Huffing again she hunched further into her hoodie and made her way closer to Lee, wanting to keep her voice down so no one overheard her. <strong>“Okay, look. Its not some big life or death secret, its just...&nbsp; You know how I have m-mom's old room, right?”</strong> She waited until she was sure she had Lee's attention before she continued, <strong>“Well, a couple months ago I found something. A piece of paper with some writing on it, fairly sure it was mo- <em>hers</em>. I might have been just a little curious, so I tried to make out what it said. Course, being the bright girl I usually am, I read the words out loud and then... well... actually I didn't feel anything just then but a few days later I'm minding my own business and...”</strong> She sighed and rubbed her forehead. <strong>“Lee I think... well no, I <em>know</em>, my magic is back somehow. Only problem is, its not so easy as it was before.”</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 22:14:35</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> Manor Garden <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton<br><br><hr><br>Lee was glad when Payton started talking. She'd have understood if her little sister hadn't thought she was the right person to talk to, she just had wanted her to talk to <em>someone</em> not bottle things up and think she had to deal with everything on her own. With a family this size, someone would have been able to help her. Hearing her open up to her though, did feel good. Helping people might not be nearly as soothing as helping her plants, but it was far more satisfying.<br><br>She listened as Payton told her that her powers were back and felt a smile curve her lips, "Payton, that's fantas....oh, ouch!" she said cutting herself off as she realized just what that meant for her little sister. " You probably found some old spell of Mom's and saying it undid the binding. No wonder Mel's taking off like that made you flinch.&nbsp; And it's no surprise that it's not easy hun, you've been out of practice for years. Even Mom and the Aunt's didn't have it easy learning their powers after they got them back when Gram's binding broke. Don't you remember how we used to laugh at some of the stories of the mishaps their learning curve caused them?"<br><br>Moving close again she knelt in front of her sister, looking up at her with a warm smile on her face, "I know you and Dad aren't on the best of terms but of all of us, his Cupid powers are the closest to Mom's empath powers. No matter what the problem between you two is, he'd never leave his girls hanging, give him a call, he might be able to tell you how Mom learned to control her gifts."<br><br>She wished she could answer the problem herself, but maybe the timing on this was good. If Payton was forced to talk to their father perhaps they could work out whatever the problem between them was and her family could be put back together. <br><br>"Other people's emotions slamming into you has to be a pain, no wonder you've been getting headaches lately. You'll get a handle on this, you're too tough and stubborn (like all of us) not too, and you wouldn't have them if you couldn't handle them," she said knowing that it sounded a bit like a platitude but that it was true as well. Payton may not believe it, but Lee did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 03:37:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Havlivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Front Door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging: </strong><strong></strong> Anyone<br><br><br>The soft unmistakeble chime followed by a flash of blue-white motes signaled Anduin's arrival. He had materlized across the street in an alleyway from from the Halliwell manor. "Well this will be an interesting charge. The famous Halliwell children." he said to himself as he walked out of the alleyway and across the street toward the manor. He had been selected to be the whitelighter for children of the fourth Halliwell child, Paige Matthews.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin was one of the oldest whitelighters in service to the Elders. Ever since his death nearly eight-hundread years ago. He had seen the rise and fall of civilizations, he had helped charges from nearly all walks of life, from the super rich elite to the common street rat. Each one had been a dear and cherished child of his. When he had first become a whitelighter whenever his charges were in a moment of peace he would go back and watch over his own family. Each of his two sons had made him proud. One had become healer while the other a followed in his footsteps. They had been as much some of his first charges as any of the others had, after all what father could truely abandon his own child. He had been there to see each one buried in the ground and he had been proud of them, like any good father. He had kepted track of some of his decendents but mostly with his immedete family now long since joined the Elders in the world beyond every new charge was a new child to him.&nbsp; Anduin had been passed over many times for promotion to Elder mainly due to his ideals. He understood the rules by which he lived as a whitelighter, after eight-hundred years he knew them by memory and could quote them witnout missing a beat each time. But he always believed that charge should always choose to do the right thing even if it ment going against the rules. His prinicple things were that he taught them that no matter what in the end when you stood for judgement only you could answer for your choices. He taught them all about the perils and pleasures of free will. While at times his methods seemed overly critical they seemed to have good resaults.&nbsp; He had been given this assignment cause the Elders were begining to suspect that events in the underworld were begining to shift, that something was gathering itself. So when his last charge had finally been welcomed home by the Elders they had decided that he would be given the roll of Whitelighter to Paige's children. <br><br>&nbsp; So here he was in the suburbs of San Fransico walking to have a meeting with newest chrages. As he walked he made sure to keep ahold of a briefcase containing documents that identified him as a contractor that Brianne had hired to renovate her dance studio. A coverstory as most whitelighters protected thier charges from the background so he to had chosen a way to insert himself into thier lives without them even knowing it. He smiled as he walked up the steps to the manor. "Well here goes nothing." he said to himself as he lifted his finger to press the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 20:30:37</strong>
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				<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">Oh fine!</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> Payton was glad that her sister seemed to grasp that the return of her powers was not all sunshine and roses. Honestly, she just felt better for having someone know so she didn't have to feel like a freak while trying to hide it. <strong>“I want to believe I was meant to have these powers but really, what if I'm not? I mean... nine witches in one family all at once! Doesn't that seem a little excessive to you? What if only some of us are meant to keep our powers?”</strong> She rubbed at her temple praying she had something upstairs she could take.<br><br><strong>“The way I see it, I'll either catch on soon or go crazy. Best case I scenario, nothing big will happen and we won't even need my powers. Its not like I can do a whole helluva lot anyway, at least not that others can't do in a different way.”</strong> She wasn't touching the dad issue. Not right now at least. There was too much emotion surrounding that and she'd quite possibly had enough of “feeling” for one day... maybe even a week. <br><br><strong>“Look the thing with Melly honestly just caught me off guard. My powers aren't like, ON, all the time so sometimes I forget and let my guard down a little bit. And of course, one thing hits me and its like its all blown wide open.”</strong> She shook her head and sighed. <strong>“Sad thing is, as far as some of the episodes I've had, this one was pretty mild.”</strong><br><br><strong>“And yeah, those stories about them learning were funny but its decidedly less funny when it happens to you.”</strong>&nbsp; Payton glanced away, embarrassment flaring in her cheeks, <strong>“You wanna know the reason I got brought home in a cop car?”</strong> In for a penny, in for a pound. It was gonna come up at some point. <br><br>She had to clear her throat to continue, <strong>“I got bombarded earlier. And we're talking major clashing emotions..&nbsp; rage, jealousy, lust—let me tell you feeling someone else get their jollies is so very creepy—worry, pain... it just all was there. It started when I brushed a waitress' hand. I tried to ignore it and hope it went away but it just kept growing until finally I had to get out of there. Course, the amazingly sexy part is that I stumbled out of the cafe and sorta had a nervous breakdown which led to me passing out... in a puddle on the sidewalk.”</strong> She hunched her shoulders and stared a hole in the ground. <strong>“And so help me if you laugh at me Paisley I will find a way to hex you from here to next week.”</strong> <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 20:41:02</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Anduin<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt tilted his head at Payton's comment.&nbsp; He was certain that there was something else bothering her, but he figured that Lee could handle it for now.&nbsp; The dining room seemed a lot emptier all of the sudden, and that made him a little sad.&nbsp; He set his fork down and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.&nbsp; He offered his family a smile and stood up.<br><strong><br>"I'll get that."</strong><br><br>He moved away from the table made his way to the foyer, stopping to cautiously open the door.&nbsp; He saw a man standing outside that he didn't recognize.&nbsp; He didn't get a bad feeling from the guy so he figured it was best to be friendly and give him the benefit of the doubt.&nbsp; Besides, the dream indicated that danger may be on the horizon... not in the here and now.&nbsp; He smiled and raised a brow in a friendly manner.<br><br><strong>"Hi.&nbsp; Can I help you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:17:27</strong>
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				(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whiterlighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong>Front Door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong> Wyatt<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Anduin smiled as he watched the oldest Halliwell child open the door before. He had been mentally going over his list of things to do when Wyatt answered the door and now here was his chance. "Greetings. My name's Andi and I'm looking for..." he said holding up a clipboard while leafing through some of the papers inside it making as if he was looking for a name he already knew it. "Helen Mitchel. I'm the head carpenter for the contractor she hired to renovate a...." he said flipping through more of his documents. "...dance studio?" he said looking back up at Wyatt with a genuine smile on his face.<br><br>&nbsp; For Anduin this hadn't been the first time he had made this type of speach, though whenever he thought about it he mentally smirked. A carpenter, there was always something amusing about saying that when refering to helping someone from the background. It was usually something of the like, though more recently a general handyman was the popular one among some of the younger Whitelighters. Though it always seemed to amuse him that no matter what "proffession" a Whitelighter chose it always seemed to be one that was a fixer of a problem and it was usually a fixer that people tended to sit around and watch so it offered them a great chance to get invovled with thier charges while they worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 09:35:49</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>thinking about the family.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» tragan&nbsp; </span></span><br><hr><br>Brie almost winced when she saw the subtle change of expression in Tray's face at her mention of their younger brother. Neither of them were consciously neglectful of their family - far from it, if one really considered how protective they were of their father and of Will - but both of them had a habit of being caught up in their own lives. Brie knew that she, at least, had a habit of brooding about arguments and replaying those conversations long after they were over, and sometimes she suspected that Tray avoided people when he wasn't feeling great. That usually didn't include her, though, so she'd never had a reason to think much about it; she just made sure that he knew that she was there to support him.<br><br><strong>"I haven't been around much at all, especially in the past few weeks. The timing sucked because Dad and I had an argument just before I went on tour, and I just haven't had the time to reach out to Will. I don't think he's avoiding me, but it just gets so busy..."</strong> Brie forked another mouthful of lasagne into her mouth, chewing vigorously while she considered the prospect of her last conversation with their father. She was past overdue for a reconciliation, and even she wasn't so stubborn that she couldn't admit that he was (partially) right. That didn't give him the right to lecture her, but...<br><br>She shot her twin a smile and nudged him gently in the ribs. <strong>"Don't look so guilty. Will has a life of his own, just like we do."</strong> Left unsaid was the fact that all three of them - she, Tray, and their father - always had a niggling worry that he would get wrapped up in magical troubles that he wouldn't be able to protect himself against. That hadn't been a problem for a long time now, though, and hopefully their relatively demon-free lives would continue for a long while to come.<br><br><strong>"I don't think I can do lunch tomorrow, because I'm overseeing the renovations at the studio while Joanne's away. If you want to stop by with take-out, though, we can do that if you don't mind the less-than-finished rooms."</strong> The upstairs rooms, which consisted of an open room with tables, couches, and an open kitchen area, was more or less finished, complete with electricity and water. That was why she'd ended up moving in there for the time being - less travel time, less hassle... and besides her wardrobe, she didn't have much in the way of material things.<br><br>The doorbell prompted Wyatt to answer the door, which left the dining room feeling even more empty than before. Brie couldn't help but feel a small twinge of annoyance at whoever was at the door. They didn't see each other, let alone eat together, very often to begin with... she begrudged the disturbance, as minor as it was.<br><br>Turning back to Tray, Brie tapped on his phone lightly before he put it away. <strong>"I know you're fine with sharing Austin with me, but is he okay with sharing <em>you</em> with me?"</strong> Her teasing smile brought some levity back into their conversation. <strong>"I know you two probably haven't had much time to see each other lately, especially considering his job."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 16:24:35</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wyatt and Andi<br><br><br><hr><br>The sound of the doorbell pulled Melinda away from the screen as she looked up in curiosity. There was no doubt in her mind that it was not a family member at the door since no one ever used the doorbell. It surprised her that the thing still worked, and it worked well since it was very loud sound that disrupted the quietness of the dinner table. “I wonder who it be this late at night,” she pondered out loud before rising up from her seat to go look around the corner. There were no qualms inside of her not to display prying since it was more interesting than just sitting at the table. She watched as her brother opened the door as it revealed an interesting looking man. <br><br>From this distance, she caught fragments of the man’s introduction, but not enough to figure out the who, what, whens, and whys. With her hands interlocked behind her back, Melinda made her way over to the door with a bright smile on her face before she stood behind her brother. A carpenter? Her curiosity dipped a little, but there were still some questions lingering in her mind that just did not add up correctly. Instead of starting a miniature interrogation, she stuck out her hand to the man before moving to stand next to Wyatt. “Hello, Andi, you arrived just as we were eating dinner.” It was at the back of her mind to ask the man to join them in the meal, but she was not sure if her brother would approve of that suggestion. Her eyes looked up to Wyatt as she tried to read what he planned on doing with Andi. Regardless, it did not seem right to make him stand outside in the cold. "Would you like to come inside? It's a little cold tonight, and you and Brie can talk business in the sitting room." She spoke the words in a questioning voice to see if her older brother agreed with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 02:22:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Family chaos</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/Drew_Fuller_6.jpg?t=1324604711)</div>The family meal quickly turned into utter chaos, though admittedly, not in a bad way. Siblings and cousins were catching up with one another with conversations happening simultaneously all around the table. It wasn't organized or focused which caused Chris some angst, but he let it go.<br><br>Most of the family was present and in general they got along as well as any family would. Familial chaos was better than demonic chaos any day. Chris’ eyes narrowed at the thought. Demons. Would they ever be rid of them? Would it throw of the balance? Did he really care? <br><br>The half whitelighter, half witch turned as the door was heard. He watched as Wyatt got up to answer it. Chris’ eye rose in confusion about who would be at the door. The manor wasn’t one that regular got guests and when they did, they were often encouraged to leave. One never knew when something supernatural would appear and threatening to reveal their true natures.<br><br>Luckily, with the exponential increase in witches and whitelighters in the family, demonic visits rarely occurred. What kind of demon would shimmer into a room with over half a dozen powerful beings. It was a death wish. Chris had enough of a concern that he followed his brother and sister into the entry away from the rest of the clan. <br><br>The often over dramatic middle-sibling’s eyes went wide. Under his breath he hissed to Melinda. “Um…what are you doing?” Inviting a stranger in had ramifications he didn’t want to anticipate. What if someone orbed into the room? What if someone decided to start flying around on a broom? Okay, there was a slim chance of the latter happening, but one couldn’t be too careful.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 19:05:51</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> Manor Garden<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton<br><br><hr><br>Lee listened to everything that Payton had to say, just letting her sister speak until she seemed done, and not interrupting. Her heart went out to the younger girl. She couldn't imagine what Payton was dealing with because her own powers had never been bound like Payton's had. Part of her understood why her parents had done it, but part of her thought it had been incredibly unfair of them as well.<br><br>She even managed to <em>not</em> laugh at Payton's story of why the cop brought her home.<br><br>"First, you <em>are</em> meant to have your powers or you wouldn't have been born with them. The fact that all of us have them, even the boys which was unheard of in the Warren line until us, must mean there is something coming that it will take all of us to handle. That Mom and Aunt Piper were drawn to magical men, adding more gifts into our line, supports that fact. The Angels of Destiny play a <em>long</em> game, you know that.<br><br>Second, if you won't talk to Dad, and I won't try and force you to, then I'll go to his condo at least and see if I can find some of Mom's old journals. There might be something in there that will help you figure out how to control your gifts so you aren't just inundated anytime you let your guard down. That's no way to live your life.<br><br>And third, my landlord just finished renovating a bunch of the apartments in my building, so they're empty. I'm not home much, even with the break, because I'm at the lab at school. If you need a place to be a bit of a buffer zone, you're more than welcome to just let yourself in anytime. It's not a perfect solution but at least you wouldn't have people right on top of you either."<br><br>Rising from her place beside her sister she moved to the back of the garden where there was a white willow tree. She'd been using her own gifts on this garden for years, using what she learned in her botany classes to improve her understanding of the plants around her and thus fine tuning her ability at the same time. She'd experimented in this garden long before she'd ever started working in a lab and this tree had been the subject of her gifts for years. Stripping some of the bark she flashed her sister a grin.<br><br>"Come back inside when you're ready, I'll make you a cup of tea from this to help with your headache. I promise it will help more than any pill, I've been tweaking that tree for years," she admitted with a small grin before heading toward the door to make the tea. In the doorway she paused and glanced back at her sister an idea forming in her mind, "You know, if you won't talk to Dad, you might consider going to the attic and using the Book to summon Mom. Then you could ask her yourself how she dealt with her empathic powers instead of struggling along and having us all give you migraines. Just a thought hun, I'll have your tea ready when you come back in."<br><br>With that last offering of advice given she disappeared inside, heading toward the kitchen to make the tea she's promised her little sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 19:30:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Loacation:</strong><strong></strong> Front Door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong> Wyatt, Chris and Melinda<br><br><br>&nbsp;As he stood there he noticed that he seemed to attract the attention of all three of Piper's kids. <em>"Now if only I was Piper's kids Whitelighter this would be simple."</em><em></em> he thought as he began to form his next words carefully. "Um...I hope I'm not interupting anything important. I just thought that I would stop in and speak with Ms. Mitchel about the work that needs doing on her dance studio on my way home." he said watching the interplay between the middle child and his younger sister. Though from the looks of things it would be Wyatt who made the call in the end as to weather or not he would be let in. A given fact since of all the children he was the oldest and if what he knew was correct the most powerful. He knew the holy sword Excalibur was ment for the boy, he just didn't know if he had it by now or not. A concern that in the end wasn't really his, no his concern was Brie and Tragon and even though he was only a mortal the third adoptive child of Paige Matthews William. It wasn't a forgon conclusion that neither Brie nor Tragon would see their younger brother excluded from anything, a trait he admired in them. They were sticking together as family should, besides he already had some ideas on how to handle that problem.<br><br>&nbsp; However his more immedite concern was weather he would get his meeting with his charge. Afterall he was staring at the combined magical might of the second oldest Halliwell daughter, Piper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 20:46:12</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Anduin<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt felt a bit crowded as Melinda and Chris came to the door as well.&nbsp; He had been about to respond to Anduin when Melinda spoke and held out her hand to the guy.&nbsp; He sighed inwardly as Chris showed his paranoid side.&nbsp; He normally would have brushed it off as nothing, but something in his gut told him he should be cautious.&nbsp; Probably that dream he had the night before.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he didn't want to be rude, and since Melinda had already invited him in, he could hardly say no now.&nbsp; He smiled and stepped aside, motioning for the man to enter the manor.<br><strong><br>"Come on in... I'll go and grab Brie.&nbsp; Er, Helen.&nbsp; Melinda and Chris would I'm sure be happy to keep you company in the sitting room until I come back with Helen."</strong><br><br>He turned then, and as his back was to Anduin he gave Chris that look... the "look after our little sister" look, before moving back into the dining room and motioning toward the foyer and sitting room as he addressed Brie.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Brie, there's someone here to see you.&nbsp; He says he's the head carpenter for the contractor you hired for your studio.&nbsp; He's in the sitting room with Chris and Melinda."</strong><br><br>He lowered his voice.<br><br><strong>"It's probably legit... but please be careful.&nbsp; If he's trouble, even mundane trouble, just call for me.&nbsp; I'll be right here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 13:53:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Front Door transitioning to sitting room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong> Wyatt, Chris, Melinda<br><br>&nbsp; Anduin nodded his head to the eldest Halliewell child. "Thank you very much." he said to him with a smile and a respectful tone in his words. Even if his guise was false Anduin still believed in offering your hosts they deserved, something that even eight hundred years of service hadn't drummed out of him. Anduin had come from an extremely <em>ooooollllddd</em><em></em> school of thinking that gave respect to your host whenever they invited you into thier home. Even though customs had changed Andiun still gave an inclination of his head as a bow of respect to Wyatt as he entered before the boy could walk off to summon his charge. He then turned his attention to the youngest of Piper's three children, Melinda. "Thank you as well for inviting me into your home on such short notice." he said taking her hand in a firm but not overly strong grip and giving her a firm shake. <br><br>&nbsp; He then turned to address the middle child of Piper's three kids the second twice-blessed child Chris. "I apologise for any disturbance I've caused you this evening.&nbsp; I assure you once my buisness with ms. Mitchel is concluded I will be on my way." he said offering the middle child the sincerest smile he could manage to bring down the paranoia of the middle child. He then turned back to Melinda. "Now if you could show me the sitting room that would be grand. I'd like to discuss my buisness with Ms. Mitchel and then be on my way as quickly as possible as it seems my unannounced vist has stirred a pot or two." he said offering her a smile as well as he waited to be led deeper into the manor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 20:20:12</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wyatt, Chris, Andi<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Melinda managed to keep a smile on her face despite the displeasure in her brother’s voice. Her eyes remained on this contractor even though she wanted to engage in a good old fashion dispute with Chris. She wasn’t very good at whispering so she did not attempt to whisper back. “So pleased you could join us, Chris. This is Andi, and he’s here to talk to Brie about her dance studio.” She turned to Chris for the briefest of seconds to give him a smile that simply meant <em>dude, calm down</em>.&nbsp; It was amazing how much could be spoken non-verbally between siblings. <br><br>She knew the thoughts that were quite possibly going through his mind at the moment. How could you invite this man inside of our house? Truthfully, she forgot about the magical part of their lives for a moment due to the unsuitable elements outside. Even though she did not want to admit it, her brother was correct since it wasn’t exactly safe to allow a mortal in the house. Her smile faltered as she waited for the final judgment from Wyatt. When her brother moved aside, she made room for Andi to come into the house, but found that Chris’ cautiousness for anything alive or dead rubbed off on her. Melinda didn’t miss the look Wyatt gave her other brother yet chose not to address it. <br><br>Pleasantness returned as she reached out to shake his hand before gesturing to the coat hangers.&nbsp; “It’s really no trouble at all.” That was an obvious lie to due to her brother’s lack of enthusiasm for visitors. “You can leave your coat on one of the coat hangers.” She waited for him to rid himself of that light coat before walking into the other room. Her hand gestured for him to take a seat before she sat in an opposite chair. While waiting for Brie, she couldn’t help but ask a question since his Andi’s mannerism seemed a bit unfamiliar. “Did you grow up in this area?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 23:33:05</strong>
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				<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">Getting ideas... bad ideas...</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> Payton was grateful her sister hadn't laughed because really she still didn't find the situation humorous, only annoying and very embarrassing. It seriously made her wonder if she was going to need serious help or risk falling out all over the city because boy did her boss like sending her on seemingly endless missions. Though for the life of her Payton couldn't figure out what it was the woman actually did. Her tasks were always so random and more personal than professional... it actually scared her to even think about all the things the Dragon Lady might be up to.<br><br>Still staring at the ground, Payton shuffled her feet back and forth, no doubt making her socks dirtier by the moment but she didn't care. She heard what Lee was saying and really tried to believe that her sister was right and that she was just being silly, but she still a lot of lingering doubts about herself and her magic. And with her sister's offer to bring her a few of their mother's journals those doubts only increased. <br><br>As it was, she was insanely curious about her mother. She wanted to know everything about the woman—what did she sound like, what was her favorite perfume, how had she dealt with her damn powers?! All Payton had was a vague recollection of her presence and it seemed terribly unfair but she was terrified that if she started to uncover things that it wouldn't be enough. Maybe if she could figure out something with the book of shadows that would let her go back and keep them from binding her powers she could avoid all of this? <em>Stupid idea Pay. You can't change the past. If that was the case you could go back and warn mom.</em> She knew that one was a no go. The Elders hadn't saw fit to save her mother so they certainly wouldn't approve of her trying to do so.<br><br>Feeling even more miserable from her own thought patterns she nodded her agreement with her sister's suggestions. She wasn't ready to talk to their father so the journals it was, and time to de-stress in a buffered space would be very helpful. She didn't generally invade others' spaces but she would likely take Lee up on the offer. Sighing softly she watched her sister make her way over to the willow tree and do something that ended with her taking a chuck of the bark. <br><br>Payton listened to the older woman's admission about tampering with the tree and grinned though the offer of tea made from willow bark did cause her nose to crinkle, <strong>“bark tea? Sounds... lovely.”</strong> She amended the last word with a small smile and just nodded. Her sister knew far more about plants than anyone she knew and if she said it would get rid of her headache then she wouldn't argue.<br><br>The last suggestion caught her off guard though, scattering all her previous thoughts and leaving her in a state of confusion. She had no words for Lee as the woman disappeared through the doorway and simply stared after her for a long moment. Of all the ideas she had come up with, that particular one had never occurred to her—or at least she'd never acknowledged it. <em>Summon mom?!</em> She needed to sit down. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 18:10:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Sitting Room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong> Melinda<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin gave Melinda a smile as he removed his coat before hanging it up on the coat rack by the door. He followed her into the sitting room. He could tell that there had been some sort of sibling rivalry going on between them. The underlying tone in Melinda's words left little doubt in Anduin's mind that she wanted nothing more than a good verbal sparring match with her brother. He smirked mentally observing this little trait in families with multiple children. It was a heartwarming sight, it brought fond memories of when he had watched his two children growing up. Both had fought with each other over small things and were compeditive to a degree, but when push came to shove they both had each other's back. He could see some of that in the three siblings, Wyatt naturally the oldest was the most protective, Chris the middle child the one striving to get beyond his older brother and of Melinda the younest and by far the scapper of the three. It was only fitting that she be the scrapper in the family after all she was youngest and they usually ended up being the roughest fighters in a family like this. So withouth much ado he had kepted his musings to himself as he had followed Melinda to the sitting room.<br><br>&nbsp;As they walked into the sitting room Melinda had indicated to him a chair he could relax on. As he sunk into the plush seat he never got over how advanced humans had become in the last fifty years. This chair was far more comfortble to sit on than any other chair he had sat on in history. It felt wonderful to him but his thoughts quickly turned to Melinda and her question. The answer was yes had not been raised in this area and in more ways than one when he thought about, but he decided to keep things simple, no need to complicate things until such a time as it may have been warrented.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah you can tell eh. Well to answer your question yeah I wasn't born around here. In fact I was born and raised in Ireland. My father was in the military and was stationed there when he met my mother. By contrast my mother was a local herberal remedies shopkeeper and over the course of time she fell in love with him. So they married and about a year and half later I was born. I lived there for almost sixteen years before my father was transferred back to the states and my mother went left her shop to her sister who also co-owned it but also still sent her the profits from it so she could have her own income." he said to her with a smile. While his story had been as true as he could make it it was still a bold face lie, but in eight-hundred years Anduin had refined the story and he was good at telling it by now that he could say and mean it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 07:14:57</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>suspicious about the new arrival.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» wyatt . anduin . melinda . chris </span></span><br><hr><br>Brie didn't bother paying any attention to the guest at the door, since Wyatt, Melinda, <em>and</em> Chris decided to poke their heads into the front hall to swarm onto their guest. Sometimes, Brie felt like Chris was a tad suspicious, with Melinda a touch too trusting; Wyatt was a solid balance between the two, and he was usually very good at managing tensions or disagreements between his two younger siblings. So, even after the doorbell had interrupted dinner, she continued chatting with Tray, happy to finally have a chance to catch up with him. She knew sometimes he felt guilty about avoiding the family when things got tense, or when he was thinking a lot; Brie wished she could help more, but she couldn't do anything about her own particular brand of demons at this point, let alone another person's.<br><br>When Wyatt walked back into the room, though, she got more than a little surprise.<br><br><strong><em>"Brie, there's someone here to see you.&nbsp; He says he's the head carpenter for the contractor you hired for your studio.&nbsp; He's in the sitting room with Chris and Melinda."</em> Wyatt lowered his voice. <em>"It's probably legit... but please be careful.&nbsp; If he's trouble, even mundane trouble, just call for me.&nbsp; I'll be right here."</em></strong><br><br>She blinked at the announcement and frowned, but said nothing as she slowly got up out of her seat, brow wrinkling in thought. <strong>"Thanks, Wyatt. I think I've got it, though."</strong> She didn't mention the oddness of this man - Anduin Fording, if she was remembering the contract correctly - showing up at the doorstep at the Manor. It wouldn't do to worry Tray, who usually looked very suspiciously at most unrelated males within her vicinity, or Wyatt, who was almost like a big brother to all of the cousins on top of his own real siblings. Besides, no point in making the night even stranger by getting all up in arms about the situation before she even talked to the man.<br><br>Brie wiped her lips with a napkin and stood up, giving her twin and Wyatt lighthearted winks before making her way to the sitting room, where their guest had been shown to. She greeted him with a warm smile and extended her arm gracefully to him for a handshake, despite her misgivings and suspicions.<br><br><strong>"It's nice to meet you in person, Mr. Fording,"</strong> she said, not voicing any of her apprehensions for now - it wouldn't hurt to let him say hello, anyway.<br><br>But she didn't let go of her distrust, and after she'd let him return the greet and shake her hand, Brie got right to the point. The added chill in her voice made things very apparent that her carpenter had gotten off to the wrong foot with her. <strong>"May I ask how you found me at this address, Mr. Fording? I don't use this address for any of my official paperwork for Encore."</strong> <br><br>Anduin Fording didn't seem like a demon, but not all demons wore their profession on their sleeves, so to speak. Her listed place of residence for Unity and the new studio was still the Park Merced address, even though she'd pretty much moved out at this point and had done up all the necessary paper work for terminating her contract to rent. They hadn't asked for a forwarding address, and Brie had not gone to the trouble of providing one. Only someone who knew Brie or her family intimately would know that she was living at the studio and as of an hour ago, temporarily at the manor.<br><br>Most importantly, she had never lived here except informally, and only days at a time at that.<br><br>Brie pursed her lips as she watched their suspicious guest warily, wondering what kind of answer he had for his seemingly magical knowledge of where she would be tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 13:12:09</strong>
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				Bianca shimmered into the manor and appeared next to Chris. "Hey everyone. Sorry I'm late..." She looked around the room and noticed not everyone was there and there was a new person who looked like a complete stiff. "Who's the tightwad at the door? I would've been here sooner, but I had a job given to me I couldn't refuse..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 17:38:33</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Helen, Tragan<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt offered a nod to Brie and watched as she made her way out of sight to the sitting room.&nbsp; He gave a nod to Tragan as well... hoping that the house full of witches would be defense enough should something go awry.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Tragan... I know I don't have to say it, but be ready just in case."</strong><br><br>His cellphone beeped again and he took it out, glancing at his message.&nbsp; PJ again.&nbsp; He chewed his lip, debating whether he should leave or not.&nbsp; Finally he texted back.<br><br><em>Be there in a sec.</em><br><br>That was his way of saying he would orb over.&nbsp; He looked to Tragan and tilted his head.<br><strong><br>"That was PJ.&nbsp; I need to take her some dinner.&nbsp; If anything happens, let me know and I'll be here."</strong><br><br>He paused... moving to a desk that was against the wall and opened the bottom drawer, fumbling around a second before he moved back to Tragan, handing him a small vial.<br><br><strong>"Here, take this.&nbsp; It's a generic vanquishing potion that I kept around just in case.&nbsp; I keep one in most of the main rooms, because... well, you never know.&nbsp; It should still be good."</strong><br><br>With that, he moved to the kitchen and fixed a plate for PJ... covering it with foil and with only a moment's hesitation, he disappeared in a flurry of blue-white orbs, to reappear in the alleyway behind the P3.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 04:26:36</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>not happy with the magical interruption.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» bianca . </span></span><br><hr><br>As if having a complete stranger claiming to be someone she had hired show up at the door to the manor wasn't enough, the worst possible thing that could happen at that moment <em>did</em> happen.<br><br>Brie was positioned at the best possible angle to see Bianca, Chris' fiancée, shimmer into the room, right into the middle already-tense gathering. Before anyone else could so much as take a breath, she froze Mr. Fording instinctively. Her heart, which had already been thumping a little uncomfortably loud at the revelation that someone had found her here of all places, jumped and skipped a few beats before it settled back into its normal rhythm.<br><br><strong><em>"Hey everyone. Sorry I'm late..."</em></strong><br><br>She waited for someone to notice that Mr. Fording was not freaking out at their unexpected visitor before turning to face the other woman with an abnormally bright smile.<br><br><strong>"Look, Bianca, you're always welcome here at the manor... but if you didn't notice, you <em>just</em> shimmered into the room in front of someone who could expose us, if he doesn't know who we are already."</strong> She took a deep breath and ran a frustrated hand through her hair, wondering what kind of explanation she would have to come up with to explain to Mr. Fording the "flicker" of a person becoming visible, then invisible right in front of his eyes. <strong>"Do you think you can go to the kitchen and hang out with Tray for a bit while Chris, Melinda, and I handle this guy here? Wyatt made dinner for all of us, if you're hungry. Or you can go to the front door and knock and make a non-magical entrance, but it would be hard to explain to a mortal how someone can suddenly show up in the room out of thin air."</strong><br><br>Maybe play dumb. <em>What person?</em> If there were any questions, they could always pretend that nothing had happened, and Mr. Fording would walk away thinking it was just his imagination. Of course, he still had to answer <em>her</em> questions, but Brie was confident that between the three of them, they wouldn't have a problem handling the situation if things got dangerous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 05:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101-1.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">.::. Unexpected interruptions .::.<br>.::. Tagging: Bri, Wyatt, and anyone else. .::.</span></span></span></div><br>"<strong>I haven't been around much at all, especially in the past few weeks. The timing sucked because Dad and I had an argument just before I went on tour, and I just haven't had the time to reach out to Will. I don't think he's avoiding me, but it just gets so busy...</strong>"&nbsp; Tray still had his cell phone in his hand, but he put it down when his sister mentioned arguing with their dad.&nbsp; He really didn't want to talk about the man, but he wasn't about to push his own issues onto his sister, so he just ended up nodding along with her, his hands idly tracing over the phone in front of him.<br><br>And than his sister was nudging him in the ribs, and her words reminded him that she knew him well enough to know what he wasn't saying, and he sent her a reassuring smile.&nbsp; Leave it to Brie to make him feel better about his relationship with Will. <br><br>They continued chatting for awhile, even when the sound of someone at the front door sounded through the manor, and first Wyatt, than Mel, and finally Chris went to see who was there.&nbsp; They both agreed on take out, him reassuring her that he didn't mind the less than finished rooms, and he even laughed along with her joke about Austin.&nbsp; He was about to reply to her, when Wyatt came back into the dining room, grabbing his sisters attention.&nbsp; He shrugged to himself, when he heard who it was, finding it a bit boring, but knowing it was probably important for Bri.<br><br>He watched his sister leave, his eyes turning back to Wyatt when she was out of sight.&nbsp; Sure enough, his overprotective, not that he minded that, cousin spoke up.<br><br>"<strong>Tragan... I know I don't have to say it, but be ready just in case.</strong>"&nbsp; <br><br>He was about to agree, he'd always be there if his Twin needed him, when Wyatt's phone sounded, and his lighter haired cousin checked his phone, informing them that it was P.J and he was going to go to bring her some dinner.&nbsp; He wasn't very surprised, since this was also pretty normal for them.&nbsp; When Wyatt didn't automatically start to prepare a plate, and instead walked over to one of the desks in the room, pulling out, what he was informed was a vanquishing potion he rolled his eyes.&nbsp; Sure he wasn't as vigilant as Wyatt was, but he hadn't had a reason to be for a very long time.<br><br>"Alright Wyatt, I'll take it, just in case.&nbsp; But I doubt we'll need it.&nbsp; Now, you get going, and feed my dear cousin."&nbsp; When Wyatt was gone, he palmed the potion, and went back to his seat, finding the light on his phone blinking, informing him that he had a message waiting for him.&nbsp; He took a moment to glance at it, before responding to Austin.<br><br><em>2 hrs 2 10, let me finish thngs up at the Manor, and I'll meet u there.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 06:26:56</strong>
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				Bianca sneered at Brie before looking at the stranger. " Why the fake smile, Brie? It's not like you like me or like what I am.. and I don't think this stranger could hurt a fly. Looks too much like a whimper. I could easily take him out... but no matter, I'll leave. Chris, you'll know where to find me when your done here...." *shimmers out*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 17:48:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">WTF?!<br>Tag: Brie/Melinda/Andi</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/Drew_Fuller_6.jpg?t=1324604711)</div>It all happened a bit quickly for Chris to coherently react. The second child of Piper knew that there would be consequences to letting a stranger in the Manor. He made his displeasure known to his sister, but they were not heeded. Brie’s conversation could have easily occurred on the front stoop. The situation managed to go from threat level yellow to red in a manner of seconds when Chris’ fiancé shimmered into the room. While he had momentarily feelings of affection and happiness, the shock of it all dampened them. His mouth dropped open and he was about to utter one of his classic “what the hell are you doing?!” to all, when the stranger abruptly froze.<br><br>Chris often didn’t give Brie the credit she deserved. He thought of her a bit as a drifter and his interactions with the dancer were limited to group settings. Frankly, Chris didn’t know much about her. He made a conscious decision in her moment of quick thinking that their relationship needed to change.<br><br>Before Chris could speak to Bianca, she shimmered out. He closed his mouth in an attempt to real in the powerful emotions that could have easily spewed out.<br><br>“Quick thinking, Brie. You might have saved us.” Chris finally was able to say. Compliments weren’t his strong point, he was more apt at being critical of actions. It was more like his mom who, of the sisters, tended to be the most practical and focused. Piper was driven and a strong realist. She wasn’t as pessimistic as Chris turned out, but still made sure life wasn’t always candy coated. Leo on the other hand was an eternal optimist. The Charmed Ones’ whitelighter constantly fed positive feedback and morale boosting anecdotes to the family in an effort to ensure his children, nieces and nephews had pleasure in their lives. Chris didn’t seem to inherit much of his father, Wyatt tended to be more nurturing. Chris does find it in his purpose in life to ensure that his big brother realizes he is able to be nurturing thanks to Chris saving Wyatt’s eternal soul from evil.<br><br>“I’ll deal with Bianca later. For now, we need to minimize the damage. I think that you reacted quickly enough for us to go along as though nothing happened.” He looked at the stranger. “More times than not messing with memory through spells backfires.” Chris nodded to Brie to release Andi.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 22:36:05</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wyatt, Chris, Andi<br><em>I'm so in the doghouse for this.</em><br><br><hr><br>Melinda’s head tilted to the side as she listened to Andi speak on his family history. It sounded quite different than her upbringing, and she couldn’t help but notice his pattern of speech and even manners when sitting down in the chair. He seemed like one of those old men that visited the library despite his young appearance. He took to the need for rushing or rather being unwanted in the house with a pleasant smile. “Well, that sounds very nice.” Her mouth opened to ask another question, something along the lines of if he ever went back to visit Ireland, yet at that exact moment Brie walked into the sitting area. She chewed her lower lip apprehensively as the coldness of her cousin’s voice sent a shiver down her own spine. The question was a valid one. How did he know that Brie would be at dinner tonight? Dark brown eyes turned toward him as if waiting for some reasonable explanation. Perhaps, he backtracked through her records. No, that didn't sound plausible since a contractor did not have the time for that type of research.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then that the meeting with Andi spun completely out of control. Bianca appeared inside of the room, and within a second Brie froze the mortal into place. “Whew.” She felt sweat on her hands since the knowledge of the reason for a mortal being randomly inside of the house was her own fault. Curiously, she peered at Andi's face, and there was not an ounce of shock on his face. He didn't see Bianca enter the room. <em>Dammit to hell and back</em>. She cursed mentally in her mind since it appeared like her niceness nearly cost the family their security. Bianca’s language on Andi did not surprise her since she’d heard worse things come out of Chris’ fiancee’s mouth on other occasions. There was barely enough time to explain since Brie went into an explanation. Embarrassment flushed Melinda’s face since she felt absolutely horrible. Two acts. She committed two actions in one night to ruin the family dinner. Great. She glanced between Brie and Bianca as the young woman shimmered out after a few heated words. Despite her need to burst out into some type of explanation or rather apology, Melinda remained quiet and calm since they needed to proceed through this meeting as if nothing happened. With the ease of an actor, the friendly smile returned to her face as she turned her face back to Andi for when Brie unfroze him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 00:44:45</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>still not happy with the magical interruption, still suspicious about the new arrival.</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» melinda . chris . anduin </span></span><br><hr><br>Ready to spit a sharp retort back at Bianca - such as the ever witty, <em>I'd like you more if I didn't have to clean up your mess, that's for sure</em> - Brie opened her mouth to say as much when Chris' fiancée disappeared before she could utter more than Bianca's name in reply. She felt a little like throwing something, but nothing was close at hand... and besides, the problem had been resolved (mostly) before any real damage could be done. Brie released her own sigh of relief, echoing Melinda's exhale and Chris' slightly strangled compliment. <br><br><strong><em>"Quick thinking, Brie. You might have saved us. I’ll deal with Bianca later. For now, we need to minimize the damage. I think that you reacted quickly enough for us to go along as though nothing happened. More times than not messing with memory through spells backfires."</em></strong><br><br>She glanced over at her cousins and quirked a small smile at them. <strong>"Thanks. A little more panic than quick thinking, but no harm done. If he asks, we can pretend she was a figment of his imagination."</strong><br><br>Shrugging her shoulders to loosen up the tenseness in her neck, Brie couldn't help but notice the red that was coloring Melinda's cheeks, and the expression of guilt that was heartbreakingly clear in her eyes. She wondered if she should say something, especially since Chris had looked more than a little disgruntled as he played guard dog with their guest. Nodding mentally, Brie stepped forward and touched Melinda's elbow, giving her older cousin a reassuring smile. <strong>"Hey... it wasn't wrong to ask him in. You couldn't have known that there was anything suspicious about him, and if he <em>is</em> a demon, better that we handle that in here, rather than on the doorstep of the manor."</strong><br><br>And then it was back into position, with Brie carefully checking where her feet had been, the way her body had been facing (arms crossed), and the expression on her face (suspiciously critical). When she sensed that both Chris and Melinda were ready, she quickly waved her fingers and waited for Mr. Fording to attempt a satisfactory answer to a question that couldn't possibly have one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 19:35:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Sitting Room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong>&nbsp; Chris, Melinda, Brie.<br><br>&nbsp; Anduin had been conversing with Melinda in ameable manor when Brie had walked into the room, and he had introduced himself and then had come a bombshell he hadn't thought about. She hadn't made it known that she was living at the Manor. So she was suspicious of him from the start, not the best way for a Whitelighter to get introduced to his charge but certainly not the worst. The worst was when his charge accidently tried to vanquish him. Thankfully he had Orbbed the potion accross the room before it hit him. So yes tacticly Anduin had placed himself in a bad situation, but he nothing if not equal to the task at hand. He was about to respond when out of no where Bianca, Chris's fiance' suddenly shimmered into the room. <br><br>&nbsp; Anduin who upon seeing the shimmering effect felt his muscles begining to tightend in practiced, memorized fashion thinking it to be a demon and he would need to at least place himself between his charge and the demon, but as the image fully came into view revealing itself to be none other than Bianca his muscles relaxed and his mind was in the process of returning to Brie's question when it suddenly stopped working, literlly.<br><br>&nbsp; It began again about thirty seconds later when he could only guess he was frozen. The&nbsp; cheap digital clock in the room had read 8:05 when he entered it now read 8:06. A time change he had no memory of which ment that he had been frozen by Brie. A smart girl, or at least a reflex oriented girl anyway. Not bad a reflex action in his opinion when dealing with the supernatural, but he was once again met with her stern face and cold dimeanor about why he knew she was there. Anduin ever the quick thinker relied upon age old actions and quickly came up with a plan.<br><br>&nbsp; Offering Brie a disarming smile to allay her cold suspicion of him, once again a admirble trait when applied correctly of course. "Ah it seems you have caught me Miss Mitchell. So I guess I need to explain myself then. First off yes I am the person you hired to do the carpentry work on your new dance studio. But as you are aware even a city as old as San Fransisco there can be times when work as a Carpenter is quite slow, so to be able to continue to pay the bills I have picked up a second profession, as a private investigator. As you are also aware being such an old city it also has it's fair share of people who want things they don't want found out." he said standing up carefully and reaching behind himself making sure to turn his body so they could see what he was doing as he slowly pulled out a wallet from his back pocket. He flipped it open in front of Brie to show her his liecense to be a private investigator and allowing for her to read it with a good degree of scrutiny. <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;After that he put away his wallet before reaching for a belt pouch. "Let me state this now Miss Mitchell getting ahold of you has been a story in and of itself." he said opening the small pouch and pulling out a cell phone. "I tried three times earlier today to get ahold of you and I'm not sure if your phone was off or it had run out of power but in either case it went striaght to voice mail, so I left you two messages. One to try and speak with you to let you know that I needed you to look over some documents and the second one to let you know I was dropping by your dance studio so that I could take some measurements so I could have an idea of how to begin working on it." he said showing her the three times he called in the span of about five hours. "So I went by your dance studio to try and catch you there but again no such luck. However your asistant Joanne on the other hand was there, lovely and helpful woman by way told me you hadn't been in. But she could be of help to me if I needed it. Which of course she was, she signed most of the paperwork that needed to be signed while I got my meausrements needed." he said picking up his clipboard carrying case and opening it to pull out the forms he was speaking of. <br><br><br>&nbsp; He showed her Joanne's signiture on the forms and dated as well. "Now unfortunetly Miss Mitchell she wasn't able to sign all the paperwork that needed to be signed. You see last year the City past a new ordinance requiring the signiture of the property owner or onwers if it was co-owned to sign off on major repair or renovation work. That Miss Mitchell is where you come in." he said pulling out the form she needed to sign. "Now since I am also working on the clock with other clients getting this kind of paperwork signed and submitted as fast as possible means quickly and efficenely done work. That's where my back-up profession does came in handy. First let me assure you Miss Mitchel that it only took me a phone call or two to figure out your familerial background. Yes I'm aware that your mother was related to Halliwell sisters, so once I had that little bit of information it wasn't too hard to find this place." he said reaching into his pocket once again slowly as not to arouse their suspicions any further as he pulled out a folded piece of paper which turned out to be a page out of a phone book. He opened it up and showed her a circled listing with Wyatt's name and address of the manor listed on it. "Your cousin as I am going to guess by his name is still listed in the phone book." he said making sure to let her see that the phone book was current.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 03:54:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Quick causing problems...<br>Tag: Brie/Melinda/Andi</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/Drew_Fuller_6.jpg?t=1324604711)</div>Before he was able to respond, Brie had used her manipulation abilities to unfreeze the supposed contractor Anduin Fordring. Chris didn’t agree with Brie and her supposition that it wasn’t wrong for Melinda to ask a stranger into the Manor. Brie pointed out exactly that he was unknown. Chris had never met any demons that knocked on the door and rarely found guests come from out of the blue in the same manner. Why was this contractor paying a visit so late in the evening? Who was he? A licensed private investigator contractor? Likely story.<br><br>As if his mind wasn’t spinning enough, Chris also had to content with his fiancé. Granted, nearly half the participants at dinner this evening managed to pop in and out magically without consequence. Why should Bianca get in trouble for something the family did all the time? Granted, should Bianca have scouted the place first? Perhaps. However, had Melinda not let in a stranger it would have been a moot point. Dealing with a little sister and dealing with a fiancé. Neither were of interest to Chris.<br><br>The middle-child that definitely suffered from middle-child syndrome listened to Andi as he explained his background. The contractor went into detail of how he obtained the information to track down Brie. “I guess we need to get our number unlisted.” Chris said sardonically with a sigh. “You’ve found Brie, she can sign your paperwork and we can call get back to dinner, right?” He looked at Melinda and Brie disapprovingly. <br><br>Chris wasn’t a bad person, in fact his actions were motivated purely out of concern for his siblings and family. It was after all Chris and Bianca who risked their lives to send Chris to the past so that everyone could be born. He was overly careful to see that his work wasn’t undone by stupid mistakes. He cared too much for his family.<br><br>&nbsp;“We don’t mean to rush you.” Chris said with flat affect and not meaning the words. He looked at the two young women before him and realized he was being a bit too blunt and unkind. They were on the side of good and innocents needed helping even if it was financially. Staring into his sister’s and cousin’s eyes brought back memories. It was the same look Chris witnessed in his mother’s and aunts’ eyes years before when he was overzealous with action. He cleared his throat. “Ahm…I think we do need some renovations done on the club the family owns. If things work out with your dance studio, perhaps your contractor could use more work.” Chris looked at Brie and then Melinda, attempting to back track slightly on his poor attitude. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 04:44:18</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brie, Chris, Andi<br><em>I'm so in the doghouse for this.</em><br><br><hr><br>Brie’s words were slightly comforting to a degree, but she knew it was slightly wrong of her to invite him in the house. In her defense, everyone was already preoccupied inside of the house so she did not expect for someone to come orbing out of all places into the sitting area. <em>I guess that's the reason why no one is allowed inside of this house. Too much unpredictability. Even if no demons attacked the house over the years, it did not mean that they were nonexistent.</em> But it was cold outside, since when did being a witch become an excuse to not show compassion towards others. This was another reason why she preferred to live in her apartment rather than at home so that these types of encounters did not happen with her. She did not feel the need to be suspicious of every single person around her. Melinda gave Brie a smile while shrugging as her attention turned back the contractor. <br><br>Melinda listened curiously to Andi’s response to Brie’s question with nothing but a neutral expression on her face. Her eyebrows raised a fraction at his combination of jobs, but lots of people were required to take on two jobs instead of one to keep their head above water with expenses. Hell, even she had two jobs even though the second was a bit more manageable than the first. The answer seemed reasonable enough for her, but then again, she’d made the mistake earlier that nearly risked the family’s secret. Again, she remained quiet, which was odd for her. At Chris’ question she nodded her head though dinner was the last thing on her mind. It surprised her when he suddenly offered extra work to Andi without first running a detailed background check on his history. She missed the look from her brother since her attention turned back to Andi as she gave him a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Well, I am sorry that you went through all of that trouble. Hopefully, it will be easier to get your job done in the future. Your family is probably waiting for you to come home for dinner." Her tone was questioning as she tried to make the poor man feel a bit better in the house despite the earlier coldness towards him. The quicker he could get out the house. The better. No telling who might come orbing inside next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 05:57:29</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>not quite satisfied, but...</em><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp;» melinda . chris . anduin . tray </span></span><br><hr><br>Being the youngest of the three, Brie let Chris take the lead on how to handle the situation with Mr. Fording. She knew he didn't necessarily agree with her words, given that look in his eyes (they all but shouted <em>really?</em> at her), but she also didn't feel that her assessment of fighting a demon inside the house, rather than out, would have been wrong. She had to hide a smile, though, at Chris' sarcasm and biting comments - leave it to him to show his protectiveness of the family in such a roundabout way.<br><br>Brie listened to his explanation, and his credentials, but still found herself unsatisfied. <em>Private investigator, huh? Of course, how else would he have found out about the manor?</em> She remained pleasant on the outside, but she made a note to herself to be careful around him in the future. She didn't buy the story - it was too pat, and his cover too much of a coincidence. She didn't want to fall into the same kind of complacency that had almost gotten her aunts Phoebe, Piper, and Prue killed when Cole Turner had posed as an ADA to get close to the family. Brie didn't believe in coincidences, and as trusting a person as she was, she valued her privacy too much to really let this go without saying a few words about it.<br><br><strong>"Actually, we do mean to rush you,"</strong> Brie said calmly as she took his clipboard and signed the remaining paperwork. <strong>"First of all, your company was told that I would not be in town until Monday at the earliest, which today is not; any paperwork would have to wait. Second of all, there is no paperwork that could possibly need filing at eight o'clock on a Sunday night; I had already been planning on heading to the studio early tomorrow morning to take care of any necessary paperwork that needed doing. I appreciate your zeal in trying to contact me, but I don't appreciate you interrupting my privacy and that of my family's long after business hours, and coming uninvited to our home."</strong> She crossed her last <em>t</em> and dotted her last <em>i</em>, then handed the stack of papers back to him.<br><br>She waited for him to put the papers away and meet her gaze again before speaking. <strong>"I'm sure you meant well, but please don't do this again in the future. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect our business dealings, but I take great pains not to take my work home with me."</strong> Brie was enthusiastic about her job, and was working very hard to get her life going in this direction of becoming a mentor, teacher, and guide for troubled teens. However, she took her family (and her legacy from her family) very seriously as well. Her severe tone seemed at odds with her gentle demeanor, but her expressive brown eyes made her emotions all too clear for her guest.<br><br><strong>"I will be sure to make my way to the studio to meet you there at eight, for any other discussions that need to take place before you can get started. We can talk more tomorrow."</strong> With that, she sighed and put on a smile, escorting him to the front door and shaking his hand firmly. <strong>"I hope you have a good night, Mr. Fording. I'll see you tomorrow morning."</strong><br><br>Once he made his farewells and began walking down the stairs, Brie blew out a breath and shut the door firmly behind him, locking it and running an agitated hand through her hair. <em>Since we're going to P3, I should probably try to get changed into something a little nicer...</em> She felt just slightly apathetic as she looked down at her clothing. Having slept all day and then having to deal with this made her want to just crawl back under the covers and sleep some more, but it'd been way too long since she and Tray had had a good talk, and even longer since she'd had a chance to see Austin. Brie knew he probably wasn't interested, being who she was (his friend's sister), but her longtime crush on him still fluttered around in her belly whenever she saw him. She couldn't help it; he was just that attractive.<br><br>Shoving away from the door, Brie met Chris and Melinda in the hallway, some of her good humor restored now that her mind was looking forward to P3, Tray, and Austin. And dancing. Always dancing! <strong>"I'm sorry about the tone I used with Bianca, Chris. I guess we really haven't had a chance to get to know each other at all, and she seemed really ticked off about that, and maybe other things."</strong> To Melinda, Brie flashed a smile. <strong>"Are you going to come to P3 tonight? Tray and I were going to go, and it sounds like PJ is over there already. And I need to coordinate the next couple of weeks of work at Summerland, I want to put in some more time at the studio to keep an eye on that carpenter."</strong> Brie popped her head into the kitchen to let Tray know she was going upstairs to change, and then firmly placed all of her worries aside while she hurried upstairs to get read - she was going to dance tonight!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 07:14:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Sitting Room transitioning to front door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tagged</strong><strong></strong> Brie, Chris, Melinda<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin nodded his head listening to Chris talk sardonicaly about unlisting their number&nbsp; but that he was happy to have the extra business. He watched as Brie remained suspicious of him even as she signed the papers. "That's fine Miss Mitchell, I once again apologise for the intrusion. I will remember your words for the future." he said once more offering her a disarming smile. He turned to Melinda. "Don't ever loose the good cheer in your smile." he said before turning to Chris. "Thank you I will consider it." he said to him as he pulled a card from his back pocket. "Here's my card you can call me for the work." he said handing the card to Chris. As he put away the documents he got to the door. "I look forward to working with you Miss Mitchell in your enviroment." he said to her as he walked out the door. <br><br>&nbsp;As he walked out Anduin was thinking that it could have gone alot better than it had but that was how things went sometimes. As he had thought it wasn't the best introduction but it certainly hadn't been the worst. As he walked out he crossed the street to the same alleyway which he used as cover for his entrance. "Well time for some meditation and some knowledge seeking." he said as suddenly disolved into dozens of tiny blue white orbs before they themselves disappeared heading towards the heavens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 01:19:31</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 - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 03:18:59</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><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Leo_Future-1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Leo Wyatt<br><strong>Species:</strong> Ex-Whitelighter/Mortal<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sun room/Conservatory<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wyatt<br><br>Leo had been more than happy to help, when Wyatt, his eldest son, ha asked him to come over and watch over an injured boy.&nbsp; When he had arrived, he had looked down on the passed out boy, barely out of his childhood, not entirely a man, and he had wished with a sudden passion that he was still a whitelighter.&nbsp; His years as a mortal had been worth the sacrifice, when his wife, Piper, had been alive, and beside him.&nbsp; But now, with her gone, and his children all but grown, he felt himself wishing he could go back to helping the innocent.&nbsp; Of course, he had found his own satisfaction in teaching the new generations of Witches, but how much more easier would it be, if he could heal this boy, and help guide him onto the right path.&nbsp; Whatever had happened to him, he needed help, and if sighed to himself, knowing that the extent of the help he could give was by watching over him.<br><br>It was only a few hours later, when he noticed the boy first start to stir.&nbsp; It started with him thrashing around, and he had sat nearby, not wanting to get too close, in case he frightened the boy.&nbsp; But when he had finally gained consciousness, he was on his feet slowly nearing the boy, but still keeping a respectable distance from him.<br><br>He watched as the kid rubbed at his eyes, winced, and slumped against the couch he had been laying on.&nbsp; And than a moment later he was leaping up,&nbsp; and panic filled eyes were darting around the room, before coming to rest on his own form, standing only a few steps away.&nbsp; Leo, took a step back, wisely raising his hands in the air to show that he didn't have any weapons on him, and that he meant the boy no harm.&nbsp; It was a few painfully awkward moments later, when Leo started to speak.<br><br>"<strong>Listen son, I'm...</strong>"&nbsp; And that was as far as he got, before the boy took a step forward, his brows slamming down, causing his features to darken defiantly.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not your son!"&nbsp; Leo took a deep breath, and swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.<br><br>"<strong>Okay, okay.&nbsp; But I don't know your name.&nbsp; I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help.&nbsp; My son and niece found you out in the alley behind P3, and brought you here.&nbsp; You were in pretty bad shape, but you're safe here.</strong>"&nbsp; His words came out gentle, but sure, and he watched as the boy seemed to rage a mental battle in his head.<br><br>"Nobody can help me, I...I should go."&nbsp; Leo watched the boy take a hesitant step away, but Leo blocked his path, still holding his hands out in front of him.<br><br>"<strong>No, we can.&nbsp; My son, my family, we're special, we can help you.&nbsp; They'll protect you, you have to trust me.</strong>"&nbsp; The battle raged again, but this time the boy didn't make a move to leave, he just dropped his head, his bangs sweeping down to hide his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Look, why don't we just start with your name, and than we can go from there.</strong>"&nbsp; He didn't expect the boy to comply, not so easily, but he was shocked when a shudder seemed to go through the kid and than he was sitting, his head in his hands as he tried to not sob.&nbsp; Leo felt himself soften, it was obvious that this boy had gone through something traumatizing, and he was determined that he and his family would do everything they could, to save him.<br><br>"Caleb...my name is Caleb.&nbsp; And so Leo made small talk, drawing out bits and pieces of the boys life, trying to stick to mundane topics, since the boy was obviously struggling to keep himself together.<br><br>It was a twenty minutes later, when he went to get Caleb some tea, that he called Wyatt.&nbsp; Hoping that he could get a hold of his boy, so he could come home and talk to Caleb himself.&nbsp; He listened to the call tone for a few moments before it went to voice mail.&nbsp; He wasn't all that surprised, since he knew that the noise at P3 could get pretty loud, so he left a message, hoping that Wyatt would check his messages soon.<br><br>"<strong>Wyatt, the kid you wanted me to watch over just woke up.&nbsp; I think you and a few of the others should get back down here, soon.</strong>"&nbsp; After hanging up, he put the phone back on it's stand, and finished making some soothing chamomile tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 16:24:34</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Leo, Caleb<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt orbed directly into the kitchen of the manor, choosing not to appear in the living room so as not to freak the boy out more than he already was.&nbsp; He moved through the doorway to the living room, scanning the area for signs of his father and the boy.&nbsp; He spotted them both sitting on the couch talking.&nbsp; He smiled to Leo and to the boy as he walked in.&nbsp; He stopped about 7 feet from where the boy sat and offered a nod to the young witch.<br><br><strong>"Hello there.&nbsp; My name is Wyatt Halliwell.&nbsp; You don't need to worry.&nbsp; You're safe here.&nbsp; We're the good guys."</strong><br><br>He paused as he took a seat on his favorite recliner, leaning forward with his elbows on the arms of the chair.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"My whole family are the good guys, actually.&nbsp; More of them should be arriving here soon.&nbsp; No one would dare come after you here with so many of us here."</strong><br><br>He frowned a touch, speaking softly.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry you had to go through what you went through.&nbsp; If you'd like to tell us your story, I'm willing to listen."</strong><br><br>He glanced to Leo and offered a nod.<br><br><strong>"Thanks for looking after him, dad."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 00:12:48</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>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Paging the family…<br>Tag: Family</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/tumblr_lfuff358pg1qguwk5o1_500.jpg?t=1327941286)</div>It was a summons for the family sent by Leo. Chris wouldn’t ignore it. He had of course missed out on all of the evening’s festivities at P3. Chris seemed to have fallen asleep while reading the Book of Shadows. His memory spell all but erased the evening’s interactions with the demon and his fiancé Bianca.<br><br>Chris made his way down the stairs and hear voices in the living room. “What’s up da…” Before he could continue Chris noticed they weren’t alone. Wyatt was standing over a young kid. It was another stranger in the Manor in one night. The earlier one was…the construction worker. Chris freaked out because he was unknown to the Halliwells and there might have been a major problem finding out their secret. Luckily all was safe, but his cousin and sister were on his list.<br><br>“Who’s the kid?” Chris said flatly, his matter-of-fact methods put some people off guard.<br><br>Leo explained the situation that occurred in the alley behind P3. The kid was an innocent and it was time for the Halliwell family to once again jump into action. <br><br>“Caleb?” Chris asked when Leo gave the kid’s name. “You’re safe here.” The half whitelighter – half witch said while attempting to add some positive emotion and reassurance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 19:45:44</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline, Family<br><br><hr><br>There was no doubt in her mind that the woman clinging to her probably would have preferred to walk rather than endure Melinda's attempts to get them safe to her family's home. Well, maybe not since she was losing blood by the second so it was likely that she was becoming drowsier by the second. <em>Good</em>, she thought to herself, <em>maybe she won't remember this little malfunction of my powers.</em> The last try placed them directly in the living room of the house, and she surprised to see not only her brothers but father as well. She gently placed Jacqueline on an empty couch before waving her hands in the air to get either of the males attention. "Wound. Dying. Heal. Now." Only small fragments or rather words managed to get pass her lips since there was a burning headache in her head. She turned to lean over in front of the woman's face for a second, "You're going to feel some tingling. It's going to be alright." There was blood on her clothing, but it did not seem to bother Melinda as she collapsed tiredly in a seat. <br><br>Her eyes skipped over to her father as she gave him a smile despite the circumstances. "Hey Dad!" She would have gave him a hug, but she restrained herself. Yet she was still happy to see him since he was not around often. In an attempt to calm herself down, she sought something normal to cling to before taking another deep breath to explain the bleeding woman on their couch. At the last second, she thought against speaking of what happened since the boy on the couch appeared rather shaken up about something. The headache began to fade slowly as she took a moment to purely enjoy some rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 06:21:28</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 Bleeding On a Couch, Good Times - <strong> Halliwell Manor.</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">The manor, Jacqueline noticed, was one of those houses that held that perfect picket fence quality.&nbsp; Her dark brows furrowed as Melinda placed her on a couch that would have been in circumstances other than this - comfortable.&nbsp; The irony was not lost on the Inspector, she coughed held her hands over her abdomen, and shivered.&nbsp; Anyone that had or did get a good look at the wound would have noticed that while she was bleeding, the ice that had come in contact with her flesh was slowly freezing it, crackling.&nbsp; She had no idea if the rest of them had a clue of what she was - but at the very least, frost was sheer agony for a Firestarter.&nbsp; Her dark eyes, almost black in colour shifted around the room at the slowly gathering ... well, crowd was what she'd have called it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I would say that we were all well met, but I don't think this is the best of circumstances."</strong>&nbsp; A thin smirk curled her lips as Jacqueline inclined her head at Melinda, watching her intently for several moments.&nbsp; <strong>"You've gone through a bit of trouble to save my life - thus far, it seems.&nbsp; But surely you know he'll just keep chasing me?"</strong>&nbsp; She coughed and grinned, holding back a laugh.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Bounty hunters are a pain in the ass, if you ask me."</strong>&nbsp; Her lips pursed as she paused, Jack looked at the harder faced, dark haired man.&nbsp; Wyatt's brother was different, almost ... ruthless, in a way even by appearance.&nbsp; Her head was swimming with pain, but she didn't intend for that to affect her mental processes.&nbsp; She'd never live that one down among the officers if she'd done something like ... faint.&nbsp; <strong>"You must be Christopher; essentially as powerful as your brother but easily twice as clever, if rumour is correct."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Jacqueline then looked at Leo.&nbsp; <strong>"You hardly need any sort of introduction.&nbsp; Leo - paragon ... and a list of other things that most people could only dream about."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled slightly even as they were shadowed with pain as she waved a hand.&nbsp; There was a shimmer of light that flashed around Melinda, like the one that had given her the shield during the fight.&nbsp; <strong>"... Chinese magic.&nbsp; They never see it coming.&nbsp; I'm Inspector ... Jack Blakesley ... or Jacqueline if ...you'd prefer."</strong><br><br>Her eyes fluttered closed, but she remained alert.&nbsp; She wanted to warn them about trying to heal her, but couldn't get out the words.&nbsp; She remembered something about it being impossible for a person with partial demonic blood - even though hers had been sealed as tightly away as her uncle could manage - to be healed by one of their kind, but that was hardly the kind of thing one introduced at first meeting ... or so she thought.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 02:47:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Other room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong><strong></strong> Jack and Leo<br>&nbsp;Anduin sighed as he orbbed into the manor's living room where Jack or Jacqueline as he had been told was her name was currently laying bleeding rather profusly. She was a Phoenix witch, an assassin witch. But from what he had been told Jack was trying to go good. She was trying very hard at that which in Anduin's book ment that she at least warrented the help to bring her fully into the light so to speak. She wouldn't be the first troubled witch Anduin had worked with, after 800 years you've delt with a lot of different types of charges. It was Anduin's belief that all life reguardless of who they were Demon, Witch Whitelighter and most importantly of all humans in general had free will.&nbsp; Though yes most demons tended to embrace thier dark heritage there were some who were trying to turn over a new leaf and some that had.&nbsp; So if she was trying then it was Anduin's duty to help her along on that path.<br><br>&nbsp;So he smiled to himself as he looked over the assembled people. "Well&nbsp; I didn't expect to be back here twice in one day." he said to them before looking at Jack. "Ooh that looks a little on the nasty side." he said noticing Jack's bleeding wound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 17:32:02</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> Coming to the Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Lee had called a cab to bring to the club as soon as she'd left Angel's side. Her own car would just have to sit and wait til morning for her to retrieve it since she'd had too much to drink to risk driving it. Doing body shots with Angel had been well worth the inability to drive! Of course now she was mildly annoyed as the cab zipped through the city's streets. She'd had burgeoning plans for the rest of her night and Wyatt's little text had put a stop to them. It wasn't often that she just let it all go like she had been tonight, so to be yanked back into the reality of her family and what they were had not put her in the best of moods as the cab pulled into the drive of the Manor. <br><br>Paying the driver, and tipping him generously, she sauntered up to the door and entered the Manor without bothering to knock. They'd been summoned for a family emergency, she wasn't going to wait for someone to open the door for her. Besides, while she might not live there, it was still the family home and she couldn't recall ever doing more than knock as a warning that someone was entering and then just walking inside. <br><br>Closing the door she walked into the living room and just stopped. The pretty brunette she'd been talking to at P3 was bleeding on their couch and Wyatt was asking Uncle Leo what to do about it! Blinking she tried to make sense of what she was seeing and let her gaze wander to her other cousins and then back to Jack. Finally she moved deeper into the room and took up a perch on the far arm of the couch, letting her gaze drift between Wyatt, Chris, Leo, and the hurt woman.<br><br>"I'm no doctor but the way she's bleeding I doubt we have time to get her to a hospital. Come on and fix her guys, if she came with Melly the jig is up already anyway," she said and then waited for the healers among them to do what needed doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 21:46:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Main Room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong><strong></strong> Jack, Leo and Paisley<br><br>&nbsp;Even Anduin had to see the logic in that sense. He hadn't known she had come in with Melinda but that wouldn't stop him from nodding his head. "Yeah I guess if she did come in with Melly then that means we can skip the medkit." he said before turning back to her. "Don't worry this will sting just a little bit. You might feel a mildly good warming sensation." he said injecting some humor into his voice trying to sound very doctorish as he placed his hands over her wound as the warm glow began from his hands. The healing touch was something all Whitelighters had and could be very useful in a pinch, espically when fighting demons. Though usually the touch was reseverd for innocents and a Whitelighter's charges, though with Wyatt, Chris and Melinda that wasn't exactly the case. Being they were half witch and half Whitelighter they sorta bent those rules to point of being human with them, which ment they weren't bound by that restriction. But with Jack now being placed under Anduin's care as her Whitelighter she would enjoy this particular benifit.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few minutes Jack's wound was healed closed. "There we go, now just take it easy for a little bit. You've lost blood so your body will take time to replenish it. Now can you tell us exactly what happened?" he asked looking at Melly and Jack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 23:13:14</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline, Family<br><br><hr><br>Jacqueline was not looking good over there on the couch, and she patiently waited for either her brother or father to go help relieve the poor woman’s pain since she looked one step away from certain death. “Hem, hem,” she cleared her throat softly, but both males seemed to be distracted by their own issues such as the young man in front of them. However, it did managed to amuse her that the bleeding woman managed to speak even though she was under a huge amount of pain and no doubt stress after being orbed nearly all over the city. <br><br>Melinda merely shrugged her shoulders with a slight smile in her face as well at the thought of knocking the blonde man over the head with the trash bin. It was a small moment of triumph even though it costed her car. “Well, let’s just hope things don’t turn out this way next time. I'm sure you would rather have him in agony than yourself.” She narrowed her eyes a little since the woman knew more about them than was comfortable. It made her wonder if Jacqueline intentionally sought them out at the bar rather than just randomly sitting beside them. The display of light in front of reminded her of the reason why the woman was injured. “Just so you know, there is no need to risk yourself for me even though I am grateful for your protection. I assure you I can orb quite easily out of danger even if it’s not to places intended as you already know.” <br><br>She was about to say something more but the carpenter from earlier orbed into the room, and she concluded that the booze was still affecting her mind. <em>I really need to slow down on my drinking</em>, she chided herself while lifting a finger to massage her temples. Sitting there in a state of shock while rubbing her eyes, she waited quietly as the man healed Jack. “Who are you really and why were you here earlier?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 01:48:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; (http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Main Room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong><strong></strong> Jack, Leo and Paisley<br><br>&nbsp;Seeing the healing done but the sudden vase nearly hitting his face gave him pause. Followed by the accusasions that he wasn't her brother. Which of course was about dead on, but even still looking at the combined magical talent in the room even Anduin wasnt' fool enough to tempt fate a second time. With a tired sigh Anduin turned to Melinda. "A sharp one you are even while under the influence. You would have done well in the old country." he said before contiueing. "So I guess the cat's out of the bag. Well no sense tempting fate a secong time in one day." he said with a light chuckle as he stood up before closing his eyes as a flash of light crossed over him revealing his true form to be that of the carpenter from earlier. "Greetings Miss Halliwell." he said with the same smile from earlier.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 01:15:41</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">Confuzzled</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagged: Paisley</span></span></div><hr><br>Payton appeared smack dab in the middle of the living room in a beam of pink fluff. She was momentarily disoriented simply because that was not a normal mode of transport for her but she quickly found her balance and glanced about with wide eyes. She tried to make sense of the scene around her but it was like coming into a movie in the middle, you had no idea who the players were or how the story got started. To add to that as always when her family was milling about there was an overwhelming sense of people, but this time she could feel the press of their emotions hovering just outside the bubble of safety her very unstable shields provided. She knew needed to get it together quickly or she was gonna lose it again but it was difficult to do so in the middle of the living room. <br><br>It was clear she didn't have the first clue what was going on but a glance around told her she was way out of the loop now. There was a strange man smiling in a way that seemed somehow benevolent yet still creepy, a woman lying on the couch, Uncle Leo, Chris, Melly, and a kid she'd never seen before in her life. Not knowing what exactly to do she moved out of the way, relieved to spot her other sister. She made her way quickly to her sister's side, knowing that Paisley was usually the most even keeled of the bunch which would be a big help while she tried to get a grip on her powers. <br><br>Glancing up at Lee, she whispered softly, confusion written all across her features, <strong>“What did I miss?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 18:27:29</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> Halliwell Manor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone in the Halliwell Living Room<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Wyatt had been waiting for Leo or Caleb to speak when chaos ensued as multiple people began teleporting in, including his sister and a very familiar-looking and very injured Asian woman.&nbsp; He blinked, shaking his head as he attempted to take all this new stimuli in, and had been about to heal the woman when someone else orbed in, the carpenter from before.&nbsp; Before he could do or say anything, the man placed his hands on the woman's wound and he watched her heal in a glow of white light.&nbsp; Wyatt it seemed couldn't get a word in edgewise.&nbsp; He was about to speak again when Melinda voiced pretty much what he would have said.&nbsp; He looked the strange man up and down.&nbsp; He was at the very least part whitelighter, that much was certain.&nbsp; He wanted to know who the Asian woman was, as well.<br><br><strong>"Yes, what do you-"</strong><br><br>Then Payton appeared as well and, though he was glad that his family was promptly responding to his text, it only added to the confusion.&nbsp; Sighing, he shook his head and held up his hands, speaking clearly.<br><br><strong>"Ok... one thing at a time."</strong><br><br>He looked to Melinda and motioned to Jacqueline, who seemed to be doing better.<br><strong><br>"Melinda, what happened to your friend there?&nbsp; Was it a demon?"</strong><br><br>Turning to Anduin, he held up a finger, speaking as politely as he could given his frustration and confusion at the moment.<br><br><strong>"We'll deal with you in a moment.&nbsp; Chris, keep an eye on him, would you?"<br></strong><br>Once he got confirmation that his brother would do just that, he turned toward Caleb with an apologetic smile.<br><strong><br>"I'm sorry about all this, Caleb.&nbsp; I promise you we haven't forgotten about you."</strong><br><br>He turned back toward his sister, waiting for a response to his initial question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 20:17:53</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> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacqueline, Anduin, Family<br><br><hr><br>The compliment from the carpenter, no, whitelighter caused Melinda to frown since she did not wish to have all of the attention back on her rather than on his unexpected arrival into the house. His reference to the old country caused her to frown a little since the question still remained of finding out his true purpose in the Halliwell mansion. Despite their magical abilities, whitelighters did not show up on their doorstep without just reason. Payton’s appearance did not cause her to blink since she was too focus with trying to decide how to deal with the situation at hand. Well, situations. There were three people in her mother’s home right now that did not belong, and there was sure to be a dozen of different stories passing from mouth to mouth in the next few minutes. <br><br>Her eyes shifted to her older brother as he called forth her attention to address Jack’s situation. She glanced around the room as if expecting for another person to pop inside within the next seconds. It did not make sense to say the story without everyone else in the room since she would likely have to repeat it again and again for each person who missed out the first time around. She shook her head in denial to clarify Wyatt’s term. “Jack was at the bar earlier, talking to Brie. Before tonight, I’d never seen her in my life.” Her nose scrunched up a little as she tried to think of the proper word for the person who attacked them in the alley. <br><br>“Well, she called him a bounty hunter," Melinda's hand gestured over to the woman laying on the couch before continuing to speak, "but he used some type of ice abilities. He didn’t seem too pleased with my interruption. Yet I don’t think he wanted to attack me. Just her. I was a bit too stubborn to leave though so my car suffered the consequences.” The last part about her car was not necessary information, but it was still important to her since it was her most commonly used transportation besides orbing. Now she would be forced to either walk or bike to work. Her boss was going to have her head if she managed to be late. Melinda glanced over at Jack, who was now fully healed. "Perhaps she can give more information on the reason why the hunter was after her in the first place."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - Halliwell Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 04:05:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; (http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Main Room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong><strong></strong> Everyone in the room<br><br><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127011.msg6146953#msg6146953">Quote from: LunarSage on 16-04-2012, 18:27:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Turning to Anduin, he held up a finger, speaking as politely as he could given his frustration and confusion at the moment.<br><br><strong>"We'll deal with you in a moment.&nbsp; Chris, keep an eye on him, would you?"<br></strong><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Anduin nodded his head to oldest Halliwell child. "Of course, I understand that you have some questions that you no doubt would like answered in a timely and I think at this point more importantly order fashion." he said as he stepped over to one of the nearby chairs before looking to Leo. "It's good to see you again Leo. It's been a long time." he said to him before taking a seat in the recliner in much the same fashion Melinda had seen him sit in one of the chairs in the sitting earlier in the evening. Anduin could understand why the boy was a bit on edge, after it's more than likely not everyday that people just start showing up in your house by supernatural methods, even if you were the famous Halliwells. So he wouldn't add to the boy's frustrations, Anduin could wait after all they had time. He also knew that he would have a tone of quesitons that would need answering before things were settled. 
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