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With Mina taking care of the store today, Phoebe was in the backyard of the house with the twins. She had put up barriers to make sure that they couldn't wander off into the woods. There were blankets spread out on the grass and the baby swings were out here, too. Currently, though, Phoebe was on the grass with both twins in her arms and she was telling them fairy tales from the old book that was open in front of them. "Did you know that your Mommy's favorite fairy tale is Cinderella?" Thea giggled and Peri patted her nose. "Yes, and I even got my Prince Charmings, too." [[OOC: Open to the family or anyone that might drop in on the back of the house. SP warning as I am at work.]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, cinderella, drake, fairy tales, peri, phoebe loves being a mommy, thea Current Mood: happy
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Phoebe had a stack of inventory lists that she needed to get into her computer system so that she could order new stock for The Crystal Fox. Of course, the twins had picked this time to decide that they needed to know where their mommy was at all times. Trying to compromise with her responsibilities as mom and her duties as a store owner who needed to have stock sell to pay employees, Phoebe had moved everything into the library. The baby gates were up between the living room and the kitchen. "Thea, baby, please don't try climbing that, you'll fall. Peri, honey, no, the couch arm is not for chewing on..." She managed to get two entries done when she realized how silent it had gotten. She looked up from the screen, and jumped up from her chair. The twins were nowhere to be seen. "Thea? Peri?" Phoebe searched all of the places a four month old could hide in the library. They were nowhere to be found... and the baby gates were still up and didn't look like they had been touched. "Thea! Peri!" Panic was starting to move through her as she kicked her way through the baby gate leading to the living room. However, they weren't there and she didn't find them attempting to climb the stairs, either. "COLE!" Phoebe finally yelled, trying to keep the yell from being a scream of panic. "ANDERS!" [[OOC: For the Daddies and the babies]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, escape artist babies?, peri, phoebe is a hysterical mommy, thea Current Mood: scared
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Phoebe was still upset about yesterday and therefore hadn't slept much. Thankfully, the boys were used to her being more and more restless and uncomfortable as the due date for the twins got closer. She had finally gave up on sleeping, and had gone downstairs. After making some tea in hopes that it would calm her down and relax her, Phoebe drifted outside to her favorite spot on the front porch swing. In addition to her usual blanket and book, she also had a notebook for trying to come up with a stronger spell of protection to put on the house. She wasn't taking any chances after what that blonde woman had said to her. She also had a few athames with her. [[OOC: Open for family, or any other visitors. May be bouts of SP as I am still ill and will be going out later.]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, a little bit of panic, anders, cole, connor, front porch, sean
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This was probably not one of Phoebe's better ideas. She meant well, and you know how that saying goes about hearts being in the right places? Yeah, that was what this one was, and why it was destined to be a disaster -- even if nobody was about to say that to Phoebe. Piper had come over earlier to help with the cooking and the dining room table was beautifully set. Phoebe had caved to the boys' fussing and she had spent a great deal of time sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace with her feet up. Soon though, everything had been done and now they were just waiting for their dinner guests. It hadn't occured to Phoebe that this cold go very badly. She really was trying to make things easier for her friend by being welcoming to her fiance -- even if she disagreed with the choice of fiance. [[OOC: For those that know who they are. Please wait for the small OCD]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, anders, awkward, cole, dinner party from hell, fight!, isabel, jesse, lilly, my nephew defines "behaving" broadly, phoebe, phoebe meant well, piper, so much for peace and harmony, veronica, wyatt, wyatt can be an ass Current Mood: cheerful
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Phoebe always hated this part. The saying goodbye to her children that came to her from different universes. Pala tried to smile and hugged her mom. "It'll all be okay, mom," she said softly. "I ahve no doubt you see us again. Just right now, we have to go back to our own times and places. I'm glad I got to come, though." Logan was stoic and brave as he looked at his parents. "It's not like I'm gonna be vanquished or anything, lighten up." Thea and Peri were holding hands as they smiled at their parents. "Silly Mommy and Daddies. We'll be back," they patted Phoebe's stomach to reassure them. [[OOC: For the 44 Blueberry Hill peoples to say goodbye]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, anders, au kid plot, cole, logan, pala, peri, thea
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Phoebe was a stressed wreck. Cole and Anders kept trying to get her to sit and rest, but there was no way she could. Piper was missing!Paige and Savannah had come over last night and told her that Piper was missing. They had searched the house, the Coven and every other place they could think of to look, but there had been no sign of her sister. "We have to figure out what happened," Phoebe told the group as she reached for the Book of Shadows. "We have to find --" As her hands closed around the book, Phoebe gasped, her body tensing. ( Premonitions )Phoebe came out of the premonition with a shocked cry. [[OOC: For those at 44 Blueberry Hill]]Tags: 44 blueberry hill, anders, brain drain, cole, paige, phoebe, savannah Current Mood: worried
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Name: Phoebe Halliwell-Turner
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July 2009 |
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In fading distant dreams you will return, Until you are a whisper, A ghost in my emotion. Embrace your world and all it holds, Keep your mind’s false sanctuary, Spread your wings and try to soar.
Cast love aside and look away, A wake of pain trailing behind, Follow the blind with open eyes. Searching for your absolution, Knowing it doesn’t exist, Self-given atonement, for self-made sins.
Your compassion strangely vacant, A façade to hide the hate, Your sincere lies flow easily. A feigned image of your soul, Forgotten virtues long since dead, Your voice haunts my dreams.
Stand back and watch me fall, Clutch the air where I once stood. The emptiness, just a reflection of your heart.
In fading distant dreams you still return, Nothing more than a whisper, A remnant of our love. Cast love aside and look away, A wake of pain trailing behind.
Stand back and watch me fall, Clutch the air where I once stood. The emptiness, just a reflection of your heart.
Stand back and watch me fall, I spread my wings but I fail to soar, Stand back and watch me fall. Better dead than half alive, Stand back and watch me fall.
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