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Post by Sasha Matthews-Mitchell on Mar 23, 2010 19:23:20 GMT -5
Sasha Matthews-Mitchell
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Sasha Matthews-Mitchell was rarely ever in The Halliwell Manor. In fact, she lived on the other side of the country. Yet, she was somehow always drawn back. This time, however, she was in the kitchen flipping through the family heirloom, the very thick and heavy Book of Shadows. While she had her own, it was a lot smaller, not magically protected and filled with spells of personal gain that she just knew that her other family members wouldn’t approve of... not that she cared all that much. What she needed, though, was a specific potion from the Book, and she wasn’t going to try it herself from her memory – that was a recipe for disaster... Sasha wasn’t exactly the best potion maker. It was much like her cooking; all the right intention, but the ingredients, methodology and timing was all off. So as she heated the pots, she looked over her shoulder to check the ingredients needed while reaching for them in the cupboard. She then placed what she had on the kitchen island and then looked at The Book. Letting out a sigh, all the ingredients made her a little hungry, so she ventured into the fridge to search for something edible. “No one’s gonna miss this sandwich...”
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Evan Halliwell
Witch/Whitelighter 
WITCHLIGHTER
GOOD
Powers:
• Orbing
• Glamouring
• Combustive Orbing
Whitelighter:
• Zach Goodman [M:0]
Posts: 7
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Post by Evan Halliwell on Mar 27, 2010 2:04:45 GMT -5
Evan never liked being at home, he felt like the manor was his home. You could always catch him roaming around it any time of day or night. Especially when he was on the run or trying to lay low from his parents. He just needed to spend some time away from them. He hoped they'd understand, he walked around the the house loooking for a cousin or two, walking in the kitchen to find a surprise. "I found what I was looking for...Just not the one I was intending to find?" he questioned himself as he spotted his cousin with her head in the fridge. "You leave a big city like New York and the world of fashion to come to the manor...." he paused looking around at the book of shadows on the island top. "For a sandwich?" he shook his head chuckling.
"Do they not feed you girls out there? A cracker a day not enough?" he furrowed his brow leaning against the counter as he waited for his the brunette to arrive back from the her journey to the depths of the fridge. "Oh, when you're finished, let me know how's the weather in there." he smiled. He spotted the ingredients and curiosity getting the better of him, hopped off the counter and peered at the book. He rolled his eyes before looking into pot and scrunched up his nose before walking away from it.
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Post by Sasha Matthews-Mitchell on Mar 27, 2010 2:46:10 GMT -5
Sasha Matthews-Mitchell
19 | Charmed One | Psych Student [/B][/color] [/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She was a little startled as she heard a voice she wasn’t expecting, hitting her head lightly on some part of the fridge. Then, as Sasha retracted from the cold with the sandwich in her hand to see who had come in, she smiled to see Evan and giggled slightly at his comments (which was rare). “I know, right!?” Sasha said as she closed the fridge door with a swing of her hips. “We have all these gorgeous restaurants in New York and all my friends ever wanna eat is salad!” Then she took a look at her sandwich as she swung her arms around in protest, and stopped. Sasha took a bite from it, savouring the taste, but with a piece of lettuce sticking out of her mouth, she said, “Hey, I eat like a pig,” and she quickly realised the irony of the situation, swallowing before pointing at Evan and saying, “...but I exercise like a bitch!” And took another point, as if that proved her point. She rolled her eyes at his weather comment, but then added another ingredient to the pot, flinching, expecting a mini explosion, but, nothing came about; just a stink which Sasha saw on Evan’s face. “So, I might not be the one you were after, but what’s on your mind?” Sasha asked Evan as she stirred the mixture in the pot.
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WORDS ?! 229
NOTES ?! None
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION! [/size][/blockquote] |
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Evan Halliwell
Witch/Whitelighter
WITCHLIGHTER
GOOD
Powers:
• Orbing
• Glamouring
• Combustive Orbing
Whitelighter:
• Zach Goodman [M:0]
Posts: 7
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Post by Evan Halliwell on Mar 27, 2010 22:54:35 GMT -5
"Really now? Is that a love handle?" pointing with the look of fear on his face. He hoped she knew he was just kidding, but knowing her she would take your head off in a flash. He was ready to duck if need be. He grabbed the nearest baking sheet to shield himself. "You do know I'm just kidding...I hope." he said in a funny accent. He roamed around the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water. "Excusez moi, mademoiselle, but what the fuck are you making? organic baby shit? It's weird looking." he trailed off staring at it in disgust. He screwed the cap off the bottle before taking a gulp. Before grabbing the baking sheet again. " Awww. I get it now, it's like blemish-wrinkle cream?" he said shielding his face and head.
"Okay! Okay! I quit! If you won't murder me, than that shit you call a potion will. It looks like it'll burn the skin right off of you." he was feeling as if she would murder him any minute. "Besides, I know that "toolbox" of a cousin is walking around somewhere waiting to strike." he said looking around the kitchen openings looking for Blade. He called him the toolbox just to be a nuisance and to piss him off. Also called the assholes that Sasha dated tools. Which only made things worse for him in the end. "I mean I wouldn't want toolbox to come kick my ass" he added emphasis on the word toolbox by throwing on an Australian accent.
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Post by Sasha Matthews-Mitchell on Mar 27, 2010 23:51:58 GMT -5
Sasha Matthews-Mitchell
19 | Charmed One | Psych Student [/B][/color] [/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sasha instantly glared at Evan as he joked that she had love handles, knowing too well that she didn’t. Yet, it did play with her model insecurities. A small smile appeared as he took a baking sheet in defence. “Oh relax. Put the tray down,” she ordered more than anything. Then, Sasha let out a small chuckle as Evan expressed his disgust at the potion that she was making, but frowned when he joked it was a wrinkle cream. Sasha then faced Evan as he manoeuvred around the kitchen and said matter-of-factly, “Actually, keep the tray close,” and she smirked, but continued, “It’s a potion to create a power,” was all she finished with. She didn’t explain what it was meant to be used for, which was actually quite ingenious. She just expected Evan to know that it wasn’t actually for an extra power.
However, she was then confused. She had no idea who the ‘toolbox’ Evan said was meant to be. She did know, that it wasn’t one of her temporary boy toys, as he had said ‘cousin’. This time, she could actually laugh at the reference, instead of attempting attack on Evan from the anger he caused when he joked about her flings. “You better be careful that this doesn’t kick your ass!” She said as she motioned to her body.
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WORDS ?! 223
NOTES ?! None
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION! [/size][/blockquote] |
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