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Post by Destiny Halliwell on Sept 18, 2007 19:25:34 GMT -5
Destiny walked slowly into the Bay Mirror, papers in hand as she walked through the endless stream of people. Everywhere she turned, someone was carrying trays of hot coffee or piles of papers that threatened to fall at any moment.
She swiftly manouvered her way around them, until she reached the assigned office. The old name plate still hung on the wall, and she gently touched it with her fingertips. It had been a while since that person had been here.
Phoebe Halliwell.
Destiny tried not to think about it as she walked inside, putting down the small box. Chris and Wyatt knew nothing of her new job, or so she hoped. She was only sixteen, but she really wanted to help people like her Aunt. And since Wyatt ran P3, what else was there for her to do?
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Sept 21, 2007 15:00:08 GMT -5
(( Alright hopefully this reply isn't messed because I'm typing it on my cell phone. ))
The light tapping of the top of a standard pencil against a cheap wooden desk was not heard over the sounds of people talking in the small newsroom of the Bay Mirror, so no one complained about the annoying sound caused by none other than quiet Chris Halliwell. Chris stared at the screen of his own laptop set on his work desk where he had begun to write his article for the morning edition.
Now being an opinions writer wasn't the favorite career of Chris, but it was the easiest job he could get and actually be good at. Writing novels was a great dream, but it didn't pay for the house bills...yet.
Chris had of course heard of this new advice columnist joining the staff, and he was rather glad since he was getting sick of all the one-weekers since Phoebe had...
He had heard the rumors of the girl being rather young, and Chris figured she was probably right out of college. He was interested in meeting this girl just to learn how she had quickly gotten a job as the advice columnist of the Bay Mirror being just out of school.
He returned back to typing another sentence in his article, wondering whether or not the girl had arrived yet to her new job. It was impossible to tell by just looking around the newsroom, he would have to get up and check out her office. Maybe after he finished the article...
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Post by Destiny Halliwell on Sept 21, 2007 16:44:59 GMT -5
Sitting down at her computer, Destiny turned it on, finding a few boxes of letters underneath her feet. People were still writing to Phoebe, even though they didn't know the truth. Elise and the others thought she was on a long vacation, and that she had resigned in favour of her young niece. With a sad smile, she shook her head. They really didn't know much at all.
Picking up the first letter, Destiny turned on the desk lamp, pointing a finger at the blind to close it quickly before she began to read. The letter was from somewhere close, and as she read it, she recognized the handwriting...as her own.
Dear Phoebe,
I love listening to the way you help others everyday, and seeing how something as simple as good advice can really impact the lives of others. But, not only am I a huge fan of what you do, I am also someone who needs your wisdom.
I come from a larger family, where I am the youngest and surrounded by older cousins. My problem you may ask? There are moments when I feel like I don't exist. The other day, my older cousin ran right into me, claiming afterward to not have seen me. I feel utterly rejected, and pathetic, with no purpose in life. I hope you can help.
Love,
Alone & Forgotten
She recalled the time when she had written that letter very clearly. No one, not even her Mother had noticed her then, and as always, she turned to Aunt Phoebe. She always listened to her, making her feel more like a human being than a Charmed One's daughter. As always, Destiny remembered the safe feeling she felt around her Aunt. And never again would she feel it.
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Sept 26, 2007 16:46:38 GMT -5
After Chris finally finished typing up his editorial for the next edition with a finally click of his mouse, he sent it over to his editor. Chris threw his loved pencil onto his desk, and he got up from his surprisingly comfortable chair. Pushing it back under his desk with a light kick from his foot, he turned and walked slowly towards the former office of Phoebe Halliwell. He cautiously walked through the crowded aisle between the small offices, making sure not to run into or disrupt any of the other frantic staff members surrounding him.
As Chris approached the door, his eyes fell upon the name displayed on the door. He was slightly angered the no one had taken the plate off, since the job had been officially open and now it was officially taken. Another reason he was glad that the position had been filled, so a new name could be displayed on the door without the last name of Halliwell.
Chris knocked lightly on the door, hoping she had arrived and began to settle into her office. He waited outside the door, hoping for a response from inside the closed room.
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Post by Destiny Halliwell on Sept 26, 2007 16:55:32 GMT -5
Hearing a knock on the door, Destiny put the letter into the top drawer of her desk, finding that she would have to re-organize everything when she returned. It must have been someone letting her know that the name plate was wrong, she thought. It was funny how people noticed little things like that.
Standing up, she brought the new name plate to the door, and turned the knob to open it.
"Sorry about the name...." she began.
But when she saw who it was that had knocked on her door, she froze, eyes wide as she stared up at her older brother. Chris wasn't supposed to know that she had the job, how would he take it?
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Oct 7, 2007 22:51:45 GMT -5
Chris's eyes widened as well as he looked down at his "baby" sister standing in the office where their Aunt Phoebe had once called her second home. He couldn't help but lightly push Destiny back into her office as he stepped across the threshold, and he quickly shut the door behind him, the frame slightly shaking as he had pulled on it quickly.
"Destiny!" Chris's voice bellowed in the small room, as he stood their still confused on why his sister had taken claim to this office. "Wha...how...why didn't you tell me you were taking this job?" he questioned.
Chris didn't know whether to immediately scold Destiny for taking this job or to be proud on her for getting such a job like this at her age. He wanted to explain to her that it was a big commitment for her, for she still had school work to do, added onto the charmed work at home. He was stressed out enough just having this job and all the magic stuff he had to deal with everyday, but Destiny and him were very different in budgeting time and such. Chris began to wonder if she would actually be able to handle the workload. He always saw Destiny as a smart and controlled girl, and maybe this extra work would actually be good for her, and take her mind off of all that other...stuff.
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Post by Destiny Halliwell on Oct 8, 2007 11:13:50 GMT -5
For a moment, she thought of orbing out, getting away from Chris while she still could. But as he closed the door and shouted, she covered her ears, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to make everything go away. The last thing she needed was Chris to show up, and now that he had, she wasn't sure how to react.
"Look," she said, angered by his outburst. "I found out that they needed someone to replace Aunt Phoebe and I took the job. I can handle it Chris, and I can prove it. I have to prove to myself that I can do things on my own without you or Wyatt holding me back."
She hadn't meant to sound so cruel, but she supposed that she did. Chris was only trying to put the peices together, she couldn't blame him for that. But what she said was true. She had to find her own way, and be her own person. She was sick of being a Charmed One, or Chris and Wyatt's little sister.
She wanted to be Destiny Halliwell.
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Oct 8, 2007 11:34:18 GMT -5
Chris looked away from Destiny's eyes as her words flooded through his mind. He eyed the window of her office, admiring the sunlight pouring in onto her rather organized desk. Maybe this would be a good thing for Destiny. Maybe he was holding her back.
He couldn't always be overprotective like their father had been on them. Chris knew he had to give Destiny some freedom. Even if this job didn't work out the way she had hoped, she would have learned from her mistakes all on her own.
"It's alright, Destiny," Chris replied in a much lighter tone, as he returned his gaze back to her. "But, you just can't keep decisions like this from Wyatt and I. Next thing, you'll be off to Europe searching for your true purpose in life."
He still couldn't get over that his "baby" sister had taken this job behind his back. And, oh, how he had actually thought about possibly hitting on this new staff member! Chris quickly let the thought vanish from his mind.
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Post by Destiny Halliwell on Oct 8, 2007 11:45:45 GMT -5
Hanging her head in shame, Destiny fought back those tears that threatened to form in her eyes. She felt so ashamed for being so cruel to her brother, after all, he was only trying to help her, and she insisted on pushing him away.
"I'm sorry Chris," she whispered sadly. "I just want to make something of myself. I can't do that at Magic School. And when I'm anywhere else, I have no name. I'm always Wyatt's baby sister, or Chris's darling sister. It annoys me."
She turned back to the desk, holding the letter she had written to her Aunt Phoebe all those years ago. Glancing at her older brother, she held it out for him to read.
"I was a little girl when I wrote this, and she still took the time to reply. This is how I've been my whole life. I can't stay this way."
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