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diversified2014-12-03 03:09 am
chriscross) wrote in diversified2014-12-03 03:09 am
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i am the heir of nothing in particular. [ psl ]
WHO Chris Halliwell (chriscross) and Andy Trudeau (oneminuteoftruth).
WHAT Andy Trudeau died a while ago. He came back as a whitelighter and, six years later, was assigned a charge more important than any others so far: the newborn Chris Halliwell. Fast forward about sixteen years and Chris is about to find out that the Elders think he's going to be trouble for remembering a time that no longer exists.
WHEN 2021.
WHERE San Francisco, CA, USA. Somewhere in there.
WHY Because Leo really needs to lern2dad.
If it was one thing people didn't expect from Chris Halliwell, it was patience. Of course the kid was loud, obnoxious and gutsy as all get out, but most people didn't think he was the sort to be able to sit back and observe before flying off the handle when something had him agitated. Most people also didn't get close to the weird kid with too many issues and not enough willingness to get along with other kids his age. That was their loss.
Chris had been waiting for a while, really, to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he had been seeing. Out shopping, hanging out with his few friends, even just walking to and from the bus stop (Piper didn't appreciate it when her boys orbed back and forth unless they were going to be late for some reason). There was always this particular face in the crowd and, while it didn't seem demonic in nature, Chris had a particular feeling about the guy trying to stalk him for some unknown and possibly nonmagical reason. What was his problem?
Today, Chris had enough. He had just been volunteered to grab something that his little sister apparently needed that evening or she would just DIE, but then there was that guy again. Black haired, bit gaunt but not in the unhealthy way, something about him just bugging Chris by merely existing. Taking a turn, Chris waited for the man to catch up and rounded on him.
"What's your deal?" he demanded. That he might be in danger never crossed his mind. A demon or a warlock would have made their move by now, and Chris was more than capable of fending off a mortal. "You ready stop stalking me yet, or should I call the cops?"
chriscross) and Andy Trudeau (oneminuteoftruth).WHAT Andy Trudeau died a while ago. He came back as a whitelighter and, six years later, was assigned a charge more important than any others so far: the newborn Chris Halliwell. Fast forward about sixteen years and Chris is about to find out that the Elders think he's going to be trouble for remembering a time that no longer exists.
WHEN 2021.
WHERE San Francisco, CA, USA. Somewhere in there.
WHY Because Leo really needs to lern2dad.
If it was one thing people didn't expect from Chris Halliwell, it was patience. Of course the kid was loud, obnoxious and gutsy as all get out, but most people didn't think he was the sort to be able to sit back and observe before flying off the handle when something had him agitated. Most people also didn't get close to the weird kid with too many issues and not enough willingness to get along with other kids his age. That was their loss.
Chris had been waiting for a while, really, to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he had been seeing. Out shopping, hanging out with his few friends, even just walking to and from the bus stop (Piper didn't appreciate it when her boys orbed back and forth unless they were going to be late for some reason). There was always this particular face in the crowd and, while it didn't seem demonic in nature, Chris had a particular feeling about the guy trying to stalk him for some unknown and possibly nonmagical reason. What was his problem?
Today, Chris had enough. He had just been volunteered to grab something that his little sister apparently needed that evening or she would just DIE, but then there was that guy again. Black haired, bit gaunt but not in the unhealthy way, something about him just bugging Chris by merely existing. Taking a turn, Chris waited for the man to catch up and rounded on him.
"What's your deal?" he demanded. That he might be in danger never crossed his mind. A demon or a warlock would have made their move by now, and Chris was more than capable of fending off a mortal. "You ready stop stalking me yet, or should I call the cops?"