[San Francisco] Only an Orb Away
It was one thing to sit and listen to a girl ramble on for what felt like an hour about how some guy she thought was the one had broken her heart, it was another to do it while trying to ignore the jingle in her head. Paige had pursed her lips one time and the girl caught the look and nearly burst into tears. What was it with the teenage psyche that was so fragile that the slightest thing would just set them off. Of course then she remembered what she was like at that age, and she sympathized a bit more. The jingling though? Not sympathetic to the girl and her tears. Not even empathic a tiny bit to notice that Paige didn't exactly have time for annoying bells that weren't the ones telling her that class was letting out. It wasn't even the distant jingle of too many keys letting her know that her favorite gym teacher was heading out onto the field for another round of torment the freshmen.
No. It was the ever present, always annoying, never with good timing jingles of a White Lighter.
Then it was the class bell.
Paige sat at her desk for a moment hearing the slamming of lockers and the stomping of feet in the hallways until the dull roar lessened to a few stray squeaks of sneakers pitching high against the linoleum flooring as they dashed out the front doors to meet up with friends. Pressing her fingers to her temple she tried to rub the jingles away for a moment. Which didn't work at all.
"Fine!" Paige relented, looking at her ceiling as if someone up there had to hear her and feel something similar to guilt at the very least. Exhaling a short breath Paige gave in and took her higher calling a bit more seriously and focused on the sound of the annoyance and orbed herself to whoever needed her, that probably didn't even realize they needed her. Of course when she rematerialized on the other side of her orbing destination she didn't expect to be at home.
Narrowing her eyes she rested her hands on her hips, "Phoebe? I swear if this is your idea of a joke?" Of course it took her a moment to realize Phoebe still wasn't at home... neither was Piper or Leo... everyone was off with their own things... which left... well no one.
Turning around on her heel she moved toward the kitchen and that's when she saw him. Which in all fairness no matter how many times he ended up coming back there it always gave her a moment to adjust to.
"Chris?"
No. It was the ever present, always annoying, never with good timing jingles of a White Lighter.
Then it was the class bell.
Paige sat at her desk for a moment hearing the slamming of lockers and the stomping of feet in the hallways until the dull roar lessened to a few stray squeaks of sneakers pitching high against the linoleum flooring as they dashed out the front doors to meet up with friends. Pressing her fingers to her temple she tried to rub the jingles away for a moment. Which didn't work at all.
"Fine!" Paige relented, looking at her ceiling as if someone up there had to hear her and feel something similar to guilt at the very least. Exhaling a short breath Paige gave in and took her higher calling a bit more seriously and focused on the sound of the annoyance and orbed herself to whoever needed her, that probably didn't even realize they needed her. Of course when she rematerialized on the other side of her orbing destination she didn't expect to be at home.
Narrowing her eyes she rested her hands on her hips, "Phoebe? I swear if this is your idea of a joke?" Of course it took her a moment to realize Phoebe still wasn't at home... neither was Piper or Leo... everyone was off with their own things... which left... well no one.
Turning around on her heel she moved toward the kitchen and that's when she saw him. Which in all fairness no matter how many times he ended up coming back there it always gave her a moment to adjust to.
"Chris?"