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Post by Holly Richards on Oct 17, 2007 17:27:04 GMT -5
"Jennifer?..Jenny?...Jenn? Come on, sweetie, wake up."
Holly bounded into the room, tilting her head slightly and looking angry. "What happened to her?"
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Post by connerhalliwell on Oct 17, 2007 17:40:32 GMT -5
Conner looked up at her.
"She passed out."
He looked back down at Jenn and wiped her hair from her face. He got up and got a bowl of water and a cloth and gently dabbed her face with it.
"Come on.."
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Post by Holly Richards on Oct 17, 2007 17:50:56 GMT -5
"Come on..."
"Why she faint?"
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Post by connerhalliwell on Oct 17, 2007 17:52:23 GMT -5
"I dunno, Holly."
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Post by Holly Richards on Oct 17, 2007 18:18:02 GMT -5
"I dunno, Holly."
"Well wake her up. She's flickering! Thats soooooo weird! It's like she's fading! She wont exist no more! Help her Conner!"
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Post by Paige Matthews on Oct 24, 2007 15:23:40 GMT -5
The youngest Charmed One appeared in the kitchen of Halliwell Manor in a mass of white orbs. Black curles were pinned back from her face with rhinestone pins, her thin frame adorn in black pants and a teal camisole. Her pouty lips instantly sank into a frown, hands flying to her hips.
"What's going on here?" she demanded, taking in the sight. Her nephew was crouched next to an unconscious blonde girl, maybe a year younger than he was. Holly stood nearby, shifting her weight from foot to foot in an uneasy manner.
"Jennifer wont wake up," Holly stated matter-of-factly.
"Who's Jennifer?" she asked, kneeling next to Conner.
"My daughter," she stated simply, twisting her hair around her finger in a nonchalont way.
Did she hear that right? "You're daughter?" she said.
"Uh huh. But I dunno for how much longer. Troy is being an icky cootie butt brain," she replied.
Paige watched her a moment. Something was different about Holly. She wasnt acting like herself. She was acting like...a kid. Paige smelled a spell. "Holly...what do you think of Wyatt?" she asked. Holly's hazel eyes glazed over dreamily, a grin spreading across her face. That was all Paige needed. She straightened up, hands on her hips. She fixed her nephew with a no nonsense stare. "Ok, spill it. What's going on around here?" she demanded.
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