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Post by Whitney Jenkins on Jan 3, 2011 3:42:21 GMT -5
  Whitney wasn't a jumpy person by nature, she really wasn't. Growing up in a house with her mother, where you had to undergo a demonic attack about once a week, you learned how to act quickly, how to stay alert and think on your feet. So, even with the sudden rise in demonic attacks centered around her, she refused to lose her cool. At least that's what she was telling herself. Truth be told, now that these demons, these warlocks seemed to be able to find her at school, without the protection of her mother, things were starting to get a little bit more real. Her mother had insisted that she live at home for the semester at least, commute to the school, but Whitney refused. She'd be damned if she let a few demons mess up her college experience. If she accomplished one thing that year, it was to not let magic dictate her life like it had before. Unfortunately, that sentiment was definitely easier said than done.
Tonight, Whitney found herself on the seventh floor of the school library. She sat alone at a table in the corner, watching as student after student exited the building. Baby blue eyes flickered over to the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to ten, almost closing time, and she wasn't even close to finishing this paper for her psychology class. It was on phobias. Irrational fears. The thought alone made her chuckle, the irony was clear enough, even to her. That entire day, she felt like she was being followed. Watched. Stalked? Right now, after the final student left the top floor of the library, leaving her all alone, she felt those eyes on her. Turning her head to the side, she strained her eyes to catch what she thought was movement in the shadows. She frowned. "Calm down Whit..." she told herself, running a hand through her blonde locks.
With a sigh, she stood from her table and headed into the stacks, and back into the psychology section. She walked slowly down the isles. Her steps were slow, calculated. She knew someone was there, watching her. It wasn't in her head, it couldn't be. God, and here she was being that dumb blonde cliche skipping down the dark alley... well isle of books. Close enough. She stopped for a moment and turned around. "Hello?" Nobody answered. Nobody was there. Frowning, turned back around and scanned the book case. She could still feel a presence close in on her. This time, she decided to pretend she didn't notice, maybe take the pursuer by surprise if she could. So instead, she reached for the book on the shelf, mentally and physically bracing herself for whatever, or whoever approached.
TAG: Henry Jr.
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Post by Henry Mitchell Jr. on Jan 3, 2011 4:11:34 GMT -5
And then Henry Jr. turned the corner.
Henry was not thrilled about going to the library either or anything. He was not thrilled about the whole situation in the least. In fact he had been dreading it all day long. He had awoken that morning actually quite cheerful. He had no demon attacks, he had spent a little bit of time with his girlfriend the night before, he really did not have a charge to worry about at the moment. After all he was not like most whitelighters, dead and all. He was a whitelighter and a witch living a human life as well. It got tough balancing all the roles and having one role gone was kind of relieving.
Then he actually got moving and he got summoned by the council of elders. Not just summoned him for he had a tendency to miss meetings that he is supposed to be at but they could not exactly force him to since he did not make the agreement like all whitelighters do when they die and they can not exactly take his wings since he was born with them and not given them.
They remote orbed him up and he took a seat before them and they told him that they had a special charge for him. Whitney Jenkins. The girl who's mother had a special connection to Halliwell family. The girl who held the Ultimate power. Naturally it would happen that they would assign one of the more powerful witches in the world to one of the more powerful whitelighters. A whitelighter witch that is that comes from one of the old and very powerful lines of magic. A Warren Witch.
Though he could not figure out how he of all people landed with this girl as his charge. He and Whitney never really got along. He was quiter for he was stuck in peoples heads and emotions while she was loud. He tried protesting it asking for someone anyone else but for some reason they thought she was best suited with him. he could not figure out why. Little did he know that it might have actually have been assigned with the purpose of him actually being more active in real life and humanity for him and that he could actually be helpful to her in the long run. But the pair would have to figure that out on their own.
So he went down to school and to class and he started to follow Whitney. Following her all day but not as himself. That would draw attention. No he spent the day glamouring away. Following her and learning more and more.
Now the floor was open and free he started to walk to her and walked around the corner. Sadly he had no idea he was going to scare her since he was still glamoured up. He looked college age with blonde hair and was wearing pooka shells, a hollister t-shirt, board shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. The exact opposite of himself.
He had kind of forgotten that he was in a glamour and he spoke in a surfer kind of way. Whitney Jenkins..... He said it in an bored kind of voice but he had forgotten he was glamoured and did not realize she would not recognize him.
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Post by Whitney Jenkins on Jan 3, 2011 23:53:18 GMT -5
A girl didn't grow up in the type of household she grew up in, and end up your classic damsel in distress. That wasn't how Whitney operated, however she may tend to fight it now and then. So, all throughout that day, she had a feeling in her gut that something was up. Something in the back of her head had told her she was being watched... stalked. It wasn't until now, however, did that voice really resonate. Standing there on the top floor of the library with no other occupant in sight. Key phrase was of course "in sight." She knew someone was there, she could feel it in her bones. So as she stood there in front of the shelf of books, looking as defenseless as ever, she just waited.
Sure enough, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure creep from behind the corner. She heard him speak her name, and without thinking she dropped the book she'd been holding. In one powerful and surprisingly coordinated motion, she spun around, her right leg lifting in a powerful high kick. "Hiya!!" Jer foot instantly made contact with the strangers chest, as hard as she could, forcing him against the wall. Granted, in hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea for her to kick first and then ask questions later, but at this point she really couldn't take any chances. There were too many creatures that either wanted her dead or captured. Her blue gaze instantly fell on the boy in front of her. She didn't recognize him.
"It's late, I'm tired, and I don't feel like playing games. Who are you?" Her tone was hard, void of it's usually perky spunk. At this point, she was tired of being the mouse in these little cat and mouse chases. Whoever this guy was, it was obvious he was up to something. No average joe would just wander around the dark isles of a library, following a girl who'd never met him before. Still, she was careful not to show her powers off if she could help it, not until she absolutely had to. Her mother had taught her never to reveal her magic unless she was forced. Having demons learn for sure who she was or what she could do would only make things worse. Then of course there was the off chance that this guy was an actual innocent. No, she wouldn't do anything too rash until it made sense to. That didn't mean she'd take it easy on the guy of course. Whoever this guy was, she was almost positive it had been him who'd been following her all night... most likely longer.
TAG: Henry Jr.
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Post by Henry Mitchell Jr. on Jan 4, 2011 0:31:40 GMT -5
He said her name and she quickly moved into action. She moved quickly and into a kick that landed firmly in his chest. He was slightly impressed with that. She moved decisively and without hesitation. That was important in the least. Important that she could do this. One thing was for sure that Henry knew his job and knew what was needed. After all he had been an active whitelighter since he was 15 and an active witch since 10. One of the things that made him a good whitelighter was that he was a witch as well.
He then looked at himself and realized that he was not dressed or even looked like himself. He was in the form of a surfer that looked rather shady in a way. He could feel that she was uneasy. He could feel that she felt watched and he could tell that she was being cautions. He could tell why she had kicked and not used magic. She wanted to make sure that she had the upper hand and he liked that she did that. It was a good and positive influence.
He raised a hand and pushed with his telekinetic power a bit to push her back and to stop her from attacking him again. He did not want that. He did not like the kick in the least but knew that he could defend himself if he needed to in the future. She was not the only one in the room gifted like that. He had to learn many forms of fighting to be a good whitelighter for his lesser powered charges in the past.
He then moved the hand past his face in a downwards motion and yellow orbs surrounded his body as the glamour was dropped. He was wearing normal jeans and a black shirt to go with his black hair. There before her was Henry Mitchell Jr. one of the members of the Warren Line of Witches.
He looked at her for a moment before he spoke in a calm kind of soft spoken voice. Its Henry and I am here to speak to you. Got a moment. He knew he was going to have to tell her the news anyways but it was polite to ask anyways. If she refused than he would make her. Though it would be tough. He had a longer list of powers but she was on par with him since she had the projection power. Though he felt he could throw off her concentration enough that she would only have fire and telekinesis to work with.
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Post by Whitney Jenkins on Jan 4, 2011 0:54:27 GMT -5
She couldn't quite explain it, but she could tell even before the 'stranger' reacted, that something was off about her conclusion. She stared him straight in the eyes, and she didn't expect what she saw. There was no hate, no anger, nothing malicious in the boy's eyes, in fact if she hadn't known any better, she could have sworn it was something far more peaceful, friendly. Granted Whitney was no empath, so she wasn't sure what she was seeing, but her intuition told her she'd made a mistake. Once she'd come to that little conclusion, she felt herself being pushed back by some invisible force, telekinesis. While it didn't take her long to regain her balance, it seemed to be long enough to give the boy time to reveal himself.
Bright blue eyes widened in disbelief and slight annoyance when she saw who it had turned out to be. "Henry!?" her defensive stance dropped, her hands instantly falling to her hips. "What the hell? You scared the crap out of me!" she gave him a hard jab to the shoulder. She briefly considered apologizing for kicking him, but then thought against it. As of now, she wasn't sure if she actually regretted it or not. "Have you been following me all day?" she glanced around, making sure the two of them really were alone before she talked freely. "God. I thought you were a warlock or something." With a heavy sigh, she brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face before heading out of the isles of books, expecting Henry to follow.
As she made her way back to her table, she cast another glare back at the youngest male Halliwell. "So what's with you suddenly going into stalker mode? Which by the way, is creepy as hell. And what's up with the beach boy disguise?" She was well aware that she had a lot of questions, but at this point she really didn't care. Henry had managed to give her the creeps for the entire day, and she was this close to attempting an impromptu vanquish on his ass had he not spoken up sooner. She leaned against the table to face him, eyes momentarily flitting to the clock. The library would be closing soon... though that really didn't matter to her at this point. Right now she just wanted answers, and wanted them now.
TAG: Henry Jr.
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Post by Henry Mitchell Jr. on Jan 4, 2011 1:37:17 GMT -5
Her eyes opened wider with a bit of shock. She was surprised to see it was him that had been following her all day long. He smirked just a bit. It was almost worth seeing her reaction to all the work he had done that day. All the thoughts he had to sort through in his mind and the thoughts he had to guard against in the world. He had to build walls after all.
He also felt her emotions do a huge roller coaster from regret to annoyance to defensive and and disbelief in about a minute time period it was up and down for him let alone for him. He was not to surprised with disbelief but knew that she was sure it was him after all he was using orbs.
She then said his name a bit questioning. She then questioned him. He felt the regret punch through her as he heard her think about apologizing which was pretty close to the real thing for him. Sorry He was not a big speaker that was relevant but he never saw the need to speak a lot. People lied a lot and it was easier for him to keep to himself, he knew it all.
She then asked one of the questions he had been expecting from her. The question if he had been following her all day. He smiled a bit of a kind of embarrassed smile. Yes, though in different forms all day. Waiting for you to be alone.
He did not want her to hold a grudge for this yet, he still had not gotten down to the nitty gritty to why he had been following her all day long after all. I know, but its just me.
She walked toward the end of the row of books and walked to a table and he followed behind her. Sensing the floor just to make sure the pair were alone. He did not want to go spilling the statement right there with the floor being full of people after all.
Then she got down to business asking him why he had been following her and why the disguise. He knew that he needed to give answers and he did not mind it. After all the reason he had been stalking her was to do just that. He was more than happy to tell her.
He took a seat in the chair across from her and focused for a second and two glasses of coke appeared and a nice little snack. He knew it might be needed especially if she wanted to take a snack to allow time to think. The beach boy was one of my many disguises today. I have been a nerd, pizza delivery boy, goth, gangster you name it.
Then he took a moment for a breath and looked at her dead seriously. I am here to deliver a message to you from the old men upstairs, the Elders. Are you ready for it?
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