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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 3, 2005 21:52:05 GMT -5
Dylan
"Okay."
Vanishing in orbs they landed softly in Shane's room as Shane was a little wobbly.
"Whoa..here we go."
Guiding her sister to her bed.
"Aunt is downstairs and so are the boys. I think I should put them to sleep and head their myself...oh yea..."
She sighed...but then she decided not to tell her sister yet. She felt it wasn't time.
"Parker...no Preston...no. I always get them confused. They were fighting and I think...Preston got nabbed in the face. Bruise."
Dylan nodded.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 3, 2005 21:58:00 GMT -5
Shane
"Oh no..." She sat up in her bed, "I should probably go check on him..."
She always had the ability to calm the boys down, and nobody could understand it.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 3, 2005 22:00:16 GMT -5
Dylan
She held Shane back.
"No need. I took care of them. Aunt L gave him some ice for it."
She twisted her bottom lip a bit.
"They are down there, playing. You should get some rest though."
Placing her hands together her thoughts went to Jason, she hadn't seen him for the past two days.
"Now I know how Piper feels like." Thinking to herself.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 3, 2005 22:14:39 GMT -5
Shane
She smiled and laid back, going to sleep almost as suddenly as her head hit the pillow.
"Thanks Dyl."
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 3, 2005 22:21:31 GMT -5
Dylan
She smiled. Covering her sister up.
"You're welcome."
Orbing out the room she entered her own.
"That's the sweet hearted girl everyone loves."
He smiled at her as he was sitting in a chair.
Whipping around she smiled at him. Happy to see him.
"Yea, I try and all. So finally come back huh?"
He nodded slowly in the most sexy of ways, the brooding type people.
"I really shouldn't be here...but..."
He watched as Dylan, seductively, moved over to him. Sitting on his lap, he caught his breath.
"I...I uh...wanted to see you." He finally finished that sentence.
She nodded her head as she stroked his medim length extremely dark brown hair.
"I'm glad..." Leaning in she licked her lips and they kissed. It was as if Jason was being drawn to the dark side. It was forbidden and that was what made it worth having.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 4, 2005 12:25:42 GMT -5
ShaneShe had been resting peacefully for what seemed like only a few hours when she was shaken awake. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."Shane closed her eyes hard, a bright light was shining from somewhere in her room. She figured it was just her aunt pissed off that she had gone to bed and not told her she was back. When the incessant shaking of her shoulder would not dissist she shot straight up angrily, sitting with her eyes still closed and her incredibly long hair framing her face. "Okay okay! I'm up! I get it, I'm in trouble again. Just tell me when I have to babysit the boys and leave me alone!" There was a scoff and she felt someone plop down at the end of her bed. She moved her feet in quickly so they wouldn't be crushed. "Shane Teagan Scavo, I am thoroughly disappointed!" Then there was a pause, "Is that what you're looking for?"There was no mistaking it now. The voice wasn't her Aunt Lynette's. It was a guy's voice. Shane opened her eyes and saw a kid her age with semi-long reddish brown hair and deep brown eyes, wearing beat up jeans with a few tears in them and a baseball T with some kind of design on it. Shane gave a yelp and jumped up, nearly falling out of bed. Shane threw the covers off and walked briskly to the other side of the room. She had changed into a pair of old short soccer shorts and a tank top. "W-what do you want?" The boy waved aside her fear as he stood up, looping his thumbs through his belt loops.
"Shane, relax. I'm not here to harm you. I was sent to you.""S-sent to me?" Shane looked at him skeptically. She hated to admitt it about the intruder in her room, but there was no doubt he was kinda hot. "By who? And why?" He took a step closer, just one step, "By my bosses. But before we get into why I was sent, how bout an introduction?"
This time he walked all the way over to her and held out his hand with a friendly smile, "I'm Max. Max Keller."Shane slowly, but surely took hold of his hand, which was warm, and much larger than her own. "I'm Shane." "I know." He replied, "Shane who has some issues about herself and her life." At her confused expression he went on to explain, "I know a lot about you Shane. That was my assignment. I have been sent, not only to watch out for you, but to help you with your little dilemma."Shane decided to fight sarcasm with sarcasm. She put her hands together and smiled at him sweetly as she walked over to her dresser and grabbed her sweatshirt. "Wow, as much as I'd like the help, I'll have to decline. See, I don't have a problem. I'm quite happy, thank you." Max followed her over to her dresser and leaned against it smuggly, "See, now I know you're lying to me. What happened to that conversation between you and Dylan. The whole, 'I'm tired of being something I'm not. I'm tired of people thinking I'm things I'm not' speech? Trust me, Shane, it did not go unheard."Shane slammed her dresser shut and pulled the hoodie over her head, then turned to glare at him. "Look, Max, right? No offense, but I'm a big girl. I can handle this on my own. I don't need a babysitter." "No," Max replied, "You're right. But you do need help. And that is what I'm here for. Your Mother is very worried about where this problem might lead you in the future."Shane froze, a little taken aback. No one ever mentioned her mother. It was just known to everyone that it was a sore spot for both Dylan and Shane, the loss of their mother. "My mother? I think you're mistaken, my mother died when I was little." Max nodded, "I know. Doesn't mean she can't be worried about you.""Look, stop talking about my mother, okay?!" Shane was just plain irritated now, "God, what are you? Some kind of angel or something?" Max just stood there with the answer yes written across his face. Shane couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh a small chuckle. "You're kidding, right?" She was almost ready to burst with laughter, "Why didn't you say so? It would have cut through a lot of bull." After a moment she calmed herself and started to make her bed. "I'm still gonna have to tell you I'm not interested." Max spared no time walking over and helping her pull up the sheets from the opposite side of where she was. "Shane, you're going to need me. Dylan is trying to figure out herself, and taking on your problems won't help her. She's not going to be able to help you fully. You're going to need someone who knows all your secrets. Knows everything you haven't told anyone else."Shane looked up at him from tucking in the sheets and almost looked a little embarassed. "You, uh, know my secrets? Like, which ones?" Max smiled a half smile, almost a grin and spoke in a quiet voice, "Like how you skipped gym class last monday to make out with the school quarterback under the bleachers. And like how you convinced the school brain to do your pre-calculus homework for you. Which by the way, isn't cool. That kid has enough of a complex without you adding to it. There are some other things, but I won't mention them. I think they would create tension between us and that wouldn't be good since we'll be working together for a while.""Is that why?" Shane mumbled under her breath. "Well, that and I like to watch you worry. You have such a cute little worried face." Max mused.Shane threw a pillow at him and thought for a minute. Then she sighed, knowing when a whitelighter was sent there was no getting rid of them. "Okay, so if this is really going to happen. I'm setting ground rules. One, no orbing in without warning or while I'm...not decent or anything. Two, no interaction with any of my family members, especially the younger ones. Three, if I'm out with my friends, take it as I'm not available. Four, I'm not doing a bunch of protect the innocent stuff I'm a kid. Five, don't mention my Mom again. Got it?" Max nodded, but smiled to himself knowing these rules would never be followed.
"So, that whole not being decent thing, would that count for, like when you're running the neighborhood in a sports bra and shorts? Cause I just want to be allowed the priviledge of every other guy in the neighborhood."Shane gave him a smug little smile and using her power of cryokinesis, she made the water from the glass on her nightstand hit him square in the face. Then she sat down on the corner of her bed, crossing her legs and gave him a little finger wave. "Goodbye Max." He nodded, water falling off his long bangs, soaking his shirt.
"I'll be back later."
And he orbed out with a shower of blue and white lights.ooc: I decided to conform. Max:
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 4, 2005 14:00:04 GMT -5
OOC:DANG GIRL!
Dylan
Looking at Jason she stopped with the kissing.
"So..tell me about my sister's whitelighter. I wanna know everything."
Staying on his lap, she laid her head on his shoulder. As his hands gently wrapped her body.
"Not much I can say. I know him, obviously. He's sorta a no tolerance whitelighter, but with good intensions."
He caressed her back as she made a small sound to signify her enjoyment.
"Uh, he's the perfect match for Shane. Perfect."
There was something about that second perfect that got Dylan thinking but she decided to dismiss it. Jason knew that there was something about to brew, he knew their futures.
"So..you never told me your last name. What is it?"
He smiled at her.
"Keller. Jason Keller."
He smiled at her enjoying her warmth. Something he never endured seeing that he died at a young age.
"Another question?" He nodded. "I just wanted to know uh, how did you get assigned to me?"
She lefted up looking at him as if her heart was poured out.
"Well, your mom..she told me about you. She was worried about you and Shane so...she sent us."
He knew she would take it rough.
"My..m..mom! What do you mean?" She removed herself from his lap.
"But she's dead..." Catching herself. "Don't respond to that..I mean...you have to leave please." He gave her a look.
"PLEASE!" Nodding he removed himself. She then fell to her bed in shock that her mother...of all people was worried and that she was even thinking of her.
OOC:HAHA! A little twist for ya Ports.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 4, 2005 14:17:27 GMT -5
ooc: A little much with the writing??? Hearing her sister raise her voice, she swung open her door and ran across the hall, not even bothering to knock. "Dylan?! What's going on? Are you allright?" ooc: You like making twists for me don't you.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 4, 2005 15:45:18 GMT -5
OOC:I learned from the best! And u know it!!! ;D
Dylan
Wiping her face she cleared her throat.
"Nothing, just a learning more about my whitelighter."
Nodding her head she eyed Shane, sensing something not right.
"What about yours? He treating you ok?"
She asked wiping the rest of the tears away not wanting to mention their mother.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 4, 2005 16:47:27 GMT -5
Shane
"That's one way of putting it. He's a cocky little jerk."
Shane paused for a moment and then looked at her sister a little confused.
"How'd you know I had a whitelighter?" She shook her head, dismissing the thought, "One thing he said I can't get out of my mind. He said mom was worried about me."
She looked at her sister. The only time they ever spoke about their mom was on the anniversary of her death, and even then the conversation was limited.
"I mean, that can't be right, right? Mom...she, she can't be worried. Right, Dyl?"
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 4, 2005 18:20:01 GMT -5
Dylan
She didn't want to speak on it, but it was weird.
"I mean, maybe. We are witches, I guess anything is possible?"
She said in an unassuring way. She wasn't sure at all.
"My whitelighter, told me that you had one. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret if you keep mine."
Clearing her throat.
"Yea, mine is a sweety. But...something tells me he has a little cockyness in him as well."
She smirked.
"Hey! Maybe their related!"
Dylan bursted into laughter.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 4, 2005 19:17:45 GMT -5
Shane
She laughed, shaking her head.
"That can't be possible. Mine is so young. My age maybe older. But man is he hot. Nice dresser too. He even helped me make my bed."
She plopped down on the bed next to her sister.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Dec 4, 2005 23:30:56 GMT -5
Dylan
She laughed but then stopped.
"He.e..mine is about...my age. He's hott too."
Looking at her sister, maybe their whitelighters could be related.
"Nah! What's the possiblity...huh?"
Raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Lynette Scavo on Dec 5, 2005 15:24:54 GMT -5
Lohan
::She watched Dylan walk out, and stayed with Lynette for about another 15 silent minutes, the only noises being made by Penny and half of the twin duo, until she heard Dylan scream 'PLEASE!'. Seeing as she was helping Lynette with Penny, she finished what she was doing and then went up.::
"Hey." she said, coming around teh corner into Dylan's room. "Oh, hey Shane." she smiled at her, and turned back to Dylan. "Dyl, you mind if we talk about um, that huffy-pufy problem of mine?"
Her face had 'I hate guys.' written all over it.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Dec 5, 2005 15:43:53 GMT -5
Shane
She smiled at Lohan and then shrugged to Dylan.
"One way to find out really. I'll leave you two to chat, and I think I'm going to have a little chat of my own."
She went out of the room and headed downstairs, going out the back door into the backyard. She looked up at the sunny sky and shouted.
"MAX! Get down here! NOW!"
Max appeared looking at her like she was crazy, "What?"
"Question." She sat down at a little kids picnic table and looked up at him. "Me and my sister, we've been talking. Yeah, I know scarey thought. Anyways, I have a question for you. You know her whitelighter?"
Max started to get a little twitchy like he was out of his comfort zone. "Yeah. I do."
"And, how do you know him, Max?" She wasn't letting up, and she wasn't being gentle in any form.
Max sighed and sat down across from her, "Okay. Have it your way. Your sister's whitelighter is my older brother. We were killed in a car crash back in the 90s. We both got the honor of becoming a whitelighter. That what you wanted to hear?"
Shane looked at him in shock a little. She really felt bad for him. She didn't think she would grow attached to him in the least, but whenever car crashes were involved, she always felt bad. That was how their mother had died.
"Oh, Max, I'm sorry."
"It's allright. You didn't know." He smiled at her, "And you weren't to know we were brothers but I guess the cats out of the bag on that one."
Shane smiled, "Just a little. But I want you to know, this doesn't make us friends."
Max nodded, "Of course. But what will your aunt think?" When Shane gave him a quizzical look, he pointed to the kitchen window where her aunt was.
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