Post by PRUDENCE HALLIWELL on Jun 4, 2014 18:58:56 GMT
this bittersweet sundown ( WORDS ) 632 ( TAGGED ) WYATT HALLIWELL ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Out of breath and with her hand still clutching the tea towel to her shoulder, the pained wince was still clear on P.J's face as she Beamed into the Manor. When she woke up this morning, the one thing she was not expecting was a Demon attack - least of all in her own apartment. Call her naive, but somehow, she had expected her own home to be safe. It wasn't the Manor, it wasn't well known for being the home of the Charmed Ones, it was just.. an apartment. Her, apartment. "Kind of thinking that attack was deliberate.." She muttered to herself with slightly strained breath. The worst part was that she had been completely unprepared for it - she went from being sat in her kitchen, watching mid-morning cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal, to ducking an Energy Ball, all within the space of a split second. She drew her hand back from her shoulder and glanced down at the wound. Honestly, she hadn't even seen the Shimmer - if it hadn't been for her High Resistance she likely wouldn't still be standing now... not that she was no worse for wear. She could already feel an apparent cut on her forehead stinging, and judging by the tear in the leg of her jeans - the Demon had better aim than she first gave him credit for. Luckily, P.J was not someone that sat down and cried when they got hurt - no she was someone that got up and kept moving. It probably said something about her that, right now, instead of worrying about the pain she could feel, she was choosing to use it to fuel herself. With a grimace she pressed the tea towel back against her shoulder and took a quick intake of breath. She felt the sharp pang of pain as she pressed it against the wound, and felt her body stiffen as it ran through her. She shook her head at herself - forcing herself to get over it - she could lick her wounds later - right now she needed to be sure that her new found friend wasn't going to try and follow her. After the surprise entrance à la Demon, P.J had managed to gain some ground back and, after successfully knocking him off balance by redirecting one of his Energy Balls at him, she had managed to throw him clean across the room. Yet, instead of getting back to his feet, and going for round two, the Demon had Shimmered out. It made her feel uneasy, and add to that the tribal markings the guy had plastered all over his forehead - literally, and you had one pissed off Witch that wanted to know exactly what she was dealing with. She made a move towards the stairs and jogged up them - jumping up two at a time as she made her way towards the attic. She wasn't sure if anyone was home or not, but if they didn't hear the sound of her not-so-gracefully running up the stairs then she would be questioning their hearing - especially since when she reached the attic, she had to use her Telekinesis to fling the door open, just to avoid moving her arm. She might have usually been someone that was very calm about things, but there was just something about having her morning interrupted by an Energy Ball and a guy wearing too much leather that happened to piss her off. With a reluctance to move the tea towel, as she reached the book she once again found herself relying on her powers of Telekinesis to flip the pages - searching for the Demon that her anger was currently focused on. "Where are you, you son of a.." table by california dreaming of caution 2.0, lyrics by framing hanley |