Who: Billie Jenkins What: Arrival! When: Early evening, just before sunset Where: Mall parking lot, Lawrence Rating: PG Status: Complete!
The past few hours, few days had been a complete nightmare. She had realized her mistake too soon, had realized the Christy had been wrong. Not only wrong, but that she had tricked Billie on purpose, she wanted Billie to believe the Charmed ones were evil, when it had really been Christy, using Billie's love for her to win her over. But she couldn't blame Christy. The Demons had took her, and it was there fault. Only seconds ago, she had seen to it that those demons were gone.
But the sight of an enraged Christy was soon swept away from her. The Charmed Ones were gone, and Billie found herself...in a parking lot? She had gone from a battle, to a parking lot. The impact had knocked her to the ground. Suddenly from behind her, there was a car horn and the screech of breaks. Billie's eyes went wide as her head whipped around to see a car only a few feet away from her, and the driving staring. Scrambling to her feet, she darted out of the path of the car and toward the mall.
It only took her a few seconds to prove she didn't know what mall. And Billie to knew every mall that was close to where she lived. It took her only a few minutes to figure out she was in Lawrence. But who had caused this?
Ducking into the bathrooms of the mall, she locked herself into a stall and then leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She had to get back the Sisters, and to her own sister. Closing her eyes, she slowed her breathing, forcing herself to calm down. She would simply project herself back to where they were.
Only that didn't work. And after ten minutes of trying, she was working up a sweat.
Plan B! "Paige!" she yelled, not caring if anyone heard her. "PAIGE!" oh who was she kidding? Paige wasn't going to come, she probably didn't even trust Billie at the moment.
Heaving an annoyed sigh she slammed her fist against the wall, which she instantly regretted. "Ow." she whimpered, before shaking out her hand.
Right, plan C?
Running her hands through her hair, she listened to hear if anyone else was in the washrooms, before stepping out. Checking her reflection, she made sure she wouldn't attract attention before stepping out into the mall. Now she just had to figure out what Plan C was.