Party at P3 (Annabelle* Open)

[Wyatt Matthew Halliwell]

Saturday night has always and will always be the busiest night at P3 and tonight was no exception the most popular club in the city was packed with people from twenty to forty dancing and having a good time the cub was famous for it's bands, prices and strange going's on, which can be explained with the fact a Charmed One owns the club which make it a Demonic hotspot to try and kill them. Wyatt had been looking for some work to keep him busy and when he went to his mom she offered him the chance to run the club for at least one night and he had bit her hand off without so much as a second thought. He had been bored with the Low Demonic activity but since meeting Avery and what she told him his mind had went into overdrive.

Any one he saw acting suspicious he wondered if they were a Demon he could hardly think straight and wondered if it was such a great idea him working in such a crowded place. " I may be twice blessed but even my powers are tied to my emotions." He said as he cleaned a glass behind the bar. He wore a black shirt and blue jeans, nothing special but he looked good. He moved to a woman in her mid twenties. "What can I get you?" He had to shout over the loud music and even then he was not sure if she had heard him. " Hmmm Tequila." Wyatt smiled and turned around to fetch her drink. He hated Tequila and would rather have a simple beer any day of the week. He gave the woman the Drink. After she paid she spoke. "Keep the change."

His hand slipped to his right hand side pocket and he brought out his mobile phone checking it for calls or messages, he was anxious that someone he cared about would be attacked soon and he had not even paid a visit to the Underworld to see what he could drum out of some lower and higher level demons about this Sandious's plan for his friends and family. He was wondering if he would take anyone with him, the obvious choice being his brother Chris.

His chain of thought was broken by a brall. When Alcohol was mixed with some misunderstanding things could easily get out of hand four men were facing of against each other. People around them cleared space so they would not get caught up in the fight that was likely to ensue at any second. The tallest man through a punch first but the smaller one avoided it and then it all went into a mess. The four men were just attacking each other with out mercy. Instead of getting involved physically he used one of his rarest powers, Projection. Literally changing who these men where he calmed them down until they were all pacifists. With that done he turned back and went back to serving drinks.

[Annabelle Maria Aliana]

Belle let out a small shriek which was muffled with her hand that she placed over her mouth.
She had been walking across the street to head over to the P3 club where she could expect to
find at least one Halliwell witch to help her out of the situation in which she had found herself
in too many times to count. Once again she had let one of those skanky little models get their
way into her emotions and had pissed the living hell out of her. So here she was, blowing up
just about everything that she could as she walked across the street. And every time she blew
something up, her anger just increased even more and then before she could think, something
else was blowing up. As she walked by a small alley cat hissed at her, she turned, furious at the
innocent cat and watched as it blew up into little pieces. ¡°Oh gosh,¡± she groaned to herself,
looking around to make sure that there was no one else around and that no mortals had been
there for witness that little feat. She picked up her pace which caused her to lose her focus
even more than now and threw her arms up in defeat as a small pot exploded. She just set her
eyes on the P3 club. There had to be someone there. Did the Halliwell¡¯s even have problems?

She sure as hell couldn¡¯t remember Linie blowing up everything when she was mad, or did she
and Belle had just missed that stage? Oh God she didn¡¯t even care now as she walked rapidly
toward the club. She walked by the guards, not bothering to acknowledge the whines coming
from the people on the line. The people here knew her. Her parents had been old friends with
the Halliwell¡¯s and she was childhood friends with Linie, Wyatt and Chris. Since they had known
each other since their¡¦childhood¡¦hence the childhood friends term. She spun around, trying
to spot one of her friends. This caused dizziness on her side which meant that her temper got
even worse. She stopped her searching for a second to place her fingers on the temple of her
head. ¡°Concentrate Belle, come on, you can do this,¡± however, her faith was quickly and swiftly
swept away when the glass of wine that the woman standing next to her exploded away. She
saw the mortal look at her hands quickly, debating whether there ever had been a glass of wine
in her hands in the first place. Belle chanted a quick forgetting spell that she had used many
times before, TOO many times before and for all the woman knew, she had just been drunk.

Belle attempted once more to calm her emotions down. ¡°Rainbows, blue skies, ponies. Ew.¡±
She remembered that she hated ponies. Oh no. Another glass of wine exploded and once more
She cast the forgetting spell. She was getting WAY too good at that spell for comfort. And not
because of her awesome powers either, but because of the fact that she was using it all the
time. That didn¡¯t however mean that she had all the magic that she could use in the world. She
was definitely getting a bit tired now. Great. If she got tired then maybe the whole molecular
combustion would take a rest? Her question was answered when one of the lights above her
exploded. Luckily, everyone was just too drunk to notice anything as she made her way over to
the bar. Just as she thought, there was Wyatt Halliwell. One of her closest friends. She walked
straight up to him in a rush when she tripped, this caused her anger to flare to a very high level.
¡°Shit!¡± she muttered again to herself as around three glasses behind Wyatt combusted. She
Looked around to make sure that no one had noticed before she gave Wyatt an apologetic face
and a quick wave. A headache caused the smile to go away and be replaced by a smile. She
immediately placed herself in front of Wyatt and gave him an exasperated look. ¡°Wyatt. Do you
remember when we were little and when I got mad, things would explode? Well that¡¯s whats
going on right now,¡± she explained. And another glass exploded. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sorry! I didn¡¯t mean
for that to happen!¡± There was no way this happened to Aunt Piper all the time¡¦

Criminal : Annabelle (Belle) Maria Aliana
Victim : Wyatt Matthew Halliwell and more
Crimes : Seven Four Oh
Verdict : Sorry if the post sucks! ^.^;;;
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[Melinda Prudence Halliwell]

Melinda Halliwell was bored out of her mind. It was a simple statement and the complete truth as the nineteen year old sat at her table in her parents club. She was easily the youngest one there -- since she was underage. Twirling a straw in her virgin martini she frowned. Her life had recently hit a rut. She hadn’t dated in a few years and her classes had become boring. There had been a lot of demon activity only to end up in none. The word was definitely rut.

Normally a young woman spending a Saturday in a club would be cause of excitement; not when it was Linie. She had basically grown up in P3, when it was closed of course. She had, had a lot of her birthday parties here as well her brothers and cousins. The wide open space and tables made it perfect. On Saturday nights though, there was no open space, only a crowded dance floor. Where there were too many girls in not enough clothes rubbing against overly drunk men who were only interested in sex. It made her sick.

Perhaps it was because she wasn’t a feminen person, but the way people got drunk and whored themself over others made no sense to her. To Linie, sex was important, memorable, meaningful; not something that should just happen between to people who met drunk on a dance floor. That was when she heard it. It was a sound she grew up causing and she had gotten herself a special ear for it. The shattering noise something makes when it blows up. Immediately, she looked down to her hands, as she starred at them as she heard the sound again. Her hands hadn’t moved. “Not me.”

Without a pause she stood and headed towards the bar, if there was a witch in the bar, Wyatt needed to know. “Watch it! Move it.” Melinda was shouting unheard into the crowd, she needed to get into her brother. If there was a witch who was shattering things, they couldn’t have good control of their powers and a witch who control their powers was a bad thing. Finally she reached the bar. “Wyatt there is a wi- oh hi Bella. Glad to know it’s not me that’s blowing up my mom’s club.”

[Wyatt Matthew Halliwell]

After Wyatt had altered the feelings of the four hooligans everything began to settle down once more, well as much as it can in the middle of one of the hottest scenes in the city full with people packed in like sardines, to a point where Wyatt was able to go into the back office to get away from the commotion. How did his mother cope with this a few years back? Though she had the club, him and Chris and was battling Demons she truly was a super hero. He began to sift through some papers to quell the tide of his on coming boredom, he wondered where Chris was right now and if he was doing anything about Sandious.

"Hmmm." A knew thought popped into his mind. Would the Elders allow him to have a charge? He was part whitelighter and for some reason he had never been assigned one. Chirs had and so had Paige so why not him? He decided he would orb to the Bridge and ask them about it sooner rather than latter. He once again checked his cell phone for phone calls or messages before he picked up a bottle of beer. He was not an alcoholic by a long shot but who did not enjoy a good cool beer know and again. However just before the cool neck of the brown bottle touched his lips a man barged in. He leapt up and was ready to repel any attack when he spoke. "Sorry but some strange shit is going on."

Wyatt first expected a group of Demons outside but surely even they knew not to show magic in public. He placed the bottle on his desk and walked outside until he was once more behind the wood bar. " What is going on." Wyatt asked the young bartender to explain why he had busted in on him when he was about to sette down. "Things are exploding." Wyatt rolled his eye's sure that was helpful he did not need any details at all. However soon it all became clear. He saw an old friend walking down the stairs into the club, but she also happened to be a very powerful witch who was certainly causing this " Strange Shit."

She approached him and he looked worried. Not only had they been friends but Wyatt had had a thing for her when he was younger that lasted many years, though he had never confronted her on it. As the glasses behind him exploded he used his telekinesis to make them avoid him with out any one seeing. "Really, I would never of guessed." He smiled. "Would you like to come in the office, What is the matter with you?." Then suddenly another face he knew only to well came into view. Melinda, his little sister. He loved her as much as any one else in the family, and probally more so, and was very protective of her though everyone knew she was able to look after herself. He smiled when he saw her even though he had seen her ealier that day. "Meinda, Great to see you?" He moved his head to the side. " So shall we go into Mom's office girls."

[Annabelle Maria Aliana]

¡°Linie!¡± Belle said with a smile on her face which was once again quickly erased when another
glass exploded. Oh my, why was this happening to her these days? Sure she had many of these
¡¦epidemics when she had been a child but these days it seemed to be happening just as much
as it had when she was a child. Maybe her powers were just getting a bit too powerful for even
her to handle? No, that wasn¡¯t possible. She wasn¡¯t anything special like a Halliwell, she was
just an average little witch. Oh yeah AVERAGE, it was almost hilarious that the word average
could even be used to describe someone like her. She wasn¡¯t average, average was describing
a normal person and she sure as hell wasn¡¯t normal, in fact the only normal people here were
the people in the club, surrounding her like a bunch of drunken hooligans. Wyatt, Linie and she
were FAR from average or normal. At least she had it easy, Wyatt and Linie were the children of
one of the STRONGEST witches known to man, Piper Halliwell. Yeah, try living up to that rep.
And Belle, oh Belle, Belle, Belle, she may have been born to a powerful witch but her father
had also converted from a white lighter to a damned dark lighter and then he had KILLED her
mother. And then she had killed him but hey, he deserved it¡¦ok he didn¡¯t but still.

At the thought of Belle¡¯s father another object exploded, this time it being a glass of wine. She
used her own telekinetic powers to sweep away the mess. She was good at telekinesis and at
at cryokinesis, it was just this damned molecular combustion power that was driving her mad.
Aunt Piper, who was close to her so she liked to call her Aunt since she had no family left, had
not had issues like this and Belle didn¡¯t think that Linie had problems with this power. So why
was it that she had such a tough time adjusting to it?! At this thought another light exploded
up ahead and she once again used her telekinesis with just a flick of her wrist to wipe away the
mess. She had already mastered using telekinesis with her eyes but she didn¡¯t exactly want to
look up at an exploding light, yeah, um, not so safe. Very hazardous. ¡°Yeah, sorry about that
Linie! I didn¡¯t mean for all of this to happen! Tell her I¡¯m sorry!¡± Her meaning Aunt Piper of
course. ¡°Oh yeah, Aunt Piper¡¯s room would be a VERY good idea Wyatt,¡± she said as she
snapped her fingers at the good idea. Which of course resulted in a series of glasses exploding.
¡°It doesn¡¯t do that when I want it to! But when I DON¡¯T want it to do that OF COURSE it has to
do that! Grr¡¦¡± she angrily muttered as she and the two Halliway¡¯s entered the office.

With another flick of her wrist she shut the door behind her, blocking out all the loud noises
and pounding music as she faced the two siblings and rolled her eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t know what¡¯s
WRONG with me these days!¡± she said exasperated as she threw her arms up in the air again.
Another light went out, except this time in the office. ¡°Dammit! SEE?! I didn¡¯t mean for that to
happen! It just keeps doing that when I DON¡¯T WANT IT TO!¡± she said half in hysteria. Hysteria,
unpleasant feelings, that was what had got her into this mess in the first place. So she closed
her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes she saw Wyatt in front of her. She
had used to have a thing for Wyatt when she was younger but she had never bothered to ask
him about it. Why would she? They weren¡¯t exactly right for each other. In fact the two were
very different and she didn¡¯t think she was his type or that he¡¯d like her back. And besides, how
weird would it be to like your best friend¡¯s brother? Totally weird. So she sighed again and sat
down on the chair with a groan. Another bunch of papers exploded. ¡°Oops. I hope those weren¡¯t
important!¡± she said in an apologetic voice. ¡°Thank God I didn¡¯t stick around when that
model pissed me off or who knows how many pieces SHE¡¯D be in!¡± Belle said, very worried.

Criminal : Annabelle (Belle) Maria Aliana
Victim : Wyatt Matthew Halliwell and Melinda Prudence Halliwell
Crimes : Seven Four Four
Verdict : Whee! I¡¯m replying fast! xD
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[Melinda Prudence Halliwell]

There were plenty of thoughts running through Linie’s head. One of them was worry for Belle. Her long time friend had always had trouble with her molecular combustion but it was rarely this bad. This was the reason she had pulled away from the mortal world; the fear of hurting people. There was nothing she wanted to do less than was losing control and putting someone in danger. Linie nodded at Wyatt and followed him into the office.

The small room was a source of comfort for the young woman. The poster covered walls, of all the bands that had played the club made her smile. When she was younger, her and her cousins would point out all the musicians they wanted to marry; Melinda would only join in when Chris and Wyatt weren’t around. That would ruin her tough girl image.

“Are you okay, Belle?” The worry was back, she didn’t like what the power fluxuation was putting her friend through. She knew what it was like when a power got the better of you and it wasn’t a good feeling. However coming to the Halliwell’s was probably the best thing that she could have done; they were probably the best ones to help her. They were just going to figure out a way how to. “Why are you so angry? That might be why things are going the way they are.”

Linie turned to her brother for support. While she would deny it, Wyatt is the first one she would turn to, even before her parents at times. He was her big brother, and sure, Chris was older, but Wyatt was the one she turned to when she had a problem. Except when it came to dating - only to avoid any possible boyfriends getting beat up or ending up in Timbuktu. “What do you think Wy?”

[Wyatt Matthew Halliwell]

From the tales his mother had taught him she went though the exact same problems when she first came into her powers and blew anything and everything up when she was angry, happy and really any emotion that got out of control. He knew that his mother would know what to do as he had never had any problems and has always been able to control his powers, and he does not have the power of molecular combustion but a more advanced version. He was worried that she would harm herself or someone else or destroy his mothers cub, and then she would actually kill him when she got her hand's on him. As objects continued to explode he looked around to see if any mortal men or woman had see what she had done. He was pretty sure that no one had but if they did he knew he would have to cast a simple spell to make sure the damage was not spread and the cleaners would get involved like they had many many years earler.

As more and more objects exploded Wyatt wondered if he should use the power switching spell but was sure few other witchesm if any, could handle the power that was inside him and if she lost control could easily kill every one in the club if she had one of her little out bursts. He knew of a few optoins but most of them were to do with binding her powers until they got her back to his Mom who would surley know what to do in a situation she herself had been through when she was not much older than Belle. He decided he would not bind her powers as he would hate to have that happen to him, and would probaly kill someone if they tried.

They stepped inside the office of Piper Halliwell, that as long as he managed the club he would be able to use, he looked around and saw what was in danger of being blown up and it was virtually. "Keep your hands down. Do not lift your hands and do not be happy, sad, angry or upset...well that is what Mom said she had to do." There was only two chais in the office and he moved the other two behind the girls so they could sit down. Then just behind him orange light illuminated the room and he conjured a wooden chair then sat.

He began to talk. "Well our powers are tied to our emotions, have you been through anything that upset you enough to mess up your powers?" He did not know what else he should do short of taking away her powers. He wished his Mom was here right now as she would no exactly what to do. He thought before he answered his sisters question. "Well it is clear we need to some how neutralize the combustion ability for a while. I could strip you of your powers, but there is always a chance something will go wrong. We could try a power switching spell but I am not sure you could handle my abilities, not to sound pompus or anything, and using...say energy waves you could destroy the club, and swapping with Meinda would not hep as she has the same power." All of a sudden he had a thought. "What if I use my projection Power to temparily give you control?"