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Llidya Chapman


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Posts: 282
Date: Mar 22, 2008
Back to Business
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"A billion dollars is a lot of money." Llidya's voice was flat, a bit of surprise lacing the tone. She couldn't believe the men even had the gall to ask for such an amount. She was standing in the middle of her 'living room,' well, the whole place was open like a studio, because that was how she liked her homes. Icy blues were leveled on the two 6 foot by 4 foot screens that engulfed the better part of the wall just behind her bed. She was dressed and ready for work, in faded jeans, a white button up and new Converse All Stars. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight French braid. But it didn't matter how she looked, as only three out of the five people she was looking at could see her anyhow.

On the left side of the left screen was the image of two men sitting across from her friend Marshell Wallace. The rest of the world knew him as Benico Izzano, sole CEO of the Izzano Corporation, because that's what Llidya paid him for. To pretend to be her. The two men who couldn't see Llidya, and whom believed they were having a private meeting with the man in front of him were nervous, arguing a proposal to help their business.

"A billion dollars is a lot of money. I'm not giving them a billion dollars." She repeated. She was talking into an earpiece that was directly connected to a reciever in Marshall's ear. She wanted him to say it, just as she had. And so he did. The men he was talking to started their argument anew, and Llidya lifted a hand to cover her face a moment with a disgusted sigh. "Look at the proposal again, page 38, paragraph two...read from there. Gimme some time..." She told him, so she could turn her attention to the others who were patiently waiting on her. On the other side of that same screen was Mike Servino, giving her a sympathetic smile. He could see her, as could Margie Simmons and Jimmy Johnson, from Los Angeles, New York, and Washington, D.C., respectively.

"Mike."

"Well we've started construction on the Hancock building. Joe-Joe managed to get those protesters out of the parking deck and we have a meeting next week with the Commissioner of Commerce about the goods for the road repair."

She nodded. "Alright, talk to you next week then." She turned her Bahamas-clear water blues to Margie as her picture took his spot and Jimmie Johnson slid into hers and a blank screen was left until Mags Marrujo would appear, hopefully in the next five minutes or so.

"Well Llidya I've worked up that proposal you asked for to give to London, and Jimmy says he won't have a problem presenting-"

"I didn't say that! I said I'd see what I could do!" He interrupted, causing Margie's lips to upturn into a slight smile. Llidya chuckled and waved her hand. "Don't worry about it, thanks Margie...talk to you next week." Margie's picture disappeared and the she glanced back to the left screen, now filled with the vision of paperwork.

"Alright Marshall. Tell 'em we'll offer up a quarter their asking price and we get to put our own team on it." She heard him relay the information as she turned to look at Jimmie. He was shaking his head.

"Chapman I swear to god if you don't send me to London, I'm going to kill one of these hilltop beaurecrats and-"

"Calm down Jimmie. You're going to Spain, actually. I need you to meet with Mr. Cervejjo and Ms. Cabanos about their company's progress." Jimmie nodded with a grateful smile and signed off. Llidya looked back to Marshall's screen. She imagined he was sitting there with a polite smile on his face, ignoring all the threats of how they'd go somewhere else, and it was an impossible task with just a quarter of what they were asking for, and how they had run the numbers. "I ran the numbers too. I think they're embezzling a third of the profit to blanket their own bank accounts. Don't say that." Llidya added quickly, shifting her weight. "And I'll catch 'em. Tell 'em we'll start with two fifty, and our own team, and if more is needed, we'll see. That's all Marshall...talk to you next week." The screen went blank and Llidya ripped off her earpiece with a sigh. Just another day at the office. She turned around to pick up her jacket and heard a familiar spanish voice come over the speakers.

"Well Chapman, don't you look all cozy in your little warehouse..." Llidya turned around with a smirk, glad to see Mags on the screen. She looked like hell, there was a bit of blood streaking her face, mixing with the black out makup. She looked like she hadn't had a shower in a couple of days.

"Yeah yeah. Where you guys at?" Llidya asked as she swung her jacket around to slide over her shoulders.

"Africa. There's some kind of cult...You look different." She looked up sharply at Mags as she broke off to say that. There was no way she looked any different, did she? "Llidya!" She exclaimed, suddenly realizing what she was seeing. "You had s-"

"I swear to god Mags you finish that sentence and I'll hire an assassin to hunt you down. I know two really good ones." Llidya's voice held playful warning, but a dangerous tone at that. Mags just smiled, truly happy for her friend.

"Well anyway..." She continued, "There's this cult deal...they think if they eat human flesh, they'll live forever, or something." She rolled her eyes. "Needless to say, missing persons abound, but we tracked down the source. We're hitting them tonight." Llidya nodded, and pulled the keys from the pocket of her jacket.

"Alright Mags. Call me tomorrow, let me know how that goes." Mags nodded and gave her a salute before signing off. Llidya hit the power to the screens before sliding into her Impala. She cranked up the old car, Bodies by Drowning Pool blasting from the speakers. The garage door opened behind her and she backed out, making sure it closed completely before peeling out into the road. She bobbed her head to the music, a smile crossing her face. Now off to her real job.


-- Edited by Llidya Chapman at 19:14, 2008-03-22

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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Mar 22, 2008
Hawkin's Garage
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"Rookie! Get yer feet off my desk."

Llidya reached down and swiped Carlson's feet from the edge of the furniture. He looked up at her, dumbfounded a moment.

"This is my desk! Your desk is over there!"

"Yes it is. And this is my desk too. You don't get a desk, you're a rookie." Llidya explained to him with a smirk. She walked by him, giving him a playful smack upside his head. "Come on kick it in gear. We got bad guys to catch." She told him. Carlson just shot her a dirty look before standing up to grab  his jacket. "I'm gonna take you to your first crime scene."

"I've been to crime scenes before-"

"Not with me you haven't." She told him over her shoulder, pushing through the swing door at the front of the station. "Let's hustle now come on."

"I'm coming I'm coming. Jeez."

Llidya just rolled her eyes, making her way out of the station and to the 1967 Impala that was parked illegally in a handicapped spot. She was only there for two minutes. She looked across to him as he started around the car.

"Ya know what, I changed my mind. Go find me the address to the Venom Skate Park instead." Carlson just looked at her, and she could see the emotion of infuriation warring with his features. There was just something about messing with the rookies that made the day all better. Llidya slid on her sunglasses. "And buy some donuts, and then after that I'll see if I feel like letting you clean my car." She told him as a bit of an afterthought, before sliding into the driver's seat. She watched him just stand there a moment, probably trying to decide if he should say something back to her or not. Too late, she had the car cranked and was pulling out of the parking space. "Address, now!" She yelled out the passenger's window, before tires squeeled slightly with acceleration.

Llidya flipped open her phone, and glanced to a piece of paper she had taped on the dash.

"Yeah, Chapman 'ere. I brought in that crumpled piece of machinery a couple of days ago? Yeah." Llidya turned the wheel, heading towards Sloane Hawkin's garage. "I appreciate you guys hangin' on to it for me, I need you to take it to Sloane Hawkin's garage...oh you do? Awesome. Yeah I'll meet you there in....thirty minutes? Alright sounds good." She hung up the phone, feeling that superficial emotion of being happy once more. It seemed dull, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to.

Thirty three minutes later Llidya pulled up to the address that had been written on her arm so many nights ago. The tow truck had actually made it there before her. She killed the engine on the Impala, and slid out of the confines of the car. She was in her usual faded jeans, white button up and Converse, the bomber jacket laying across her back seat.

Chapman walked over as the driver was finishing up unloading the twisted metal that barely resembled a car. She heard it thud against the pavement, and winced. Okay, so she'd lied a little bit. She'd said it only needed a bit of wrenching...in truth it would be better off if she'd just let it go and send it to the dump like a normal person.

The 1969 Chevelle Supersport was merely a shadow of it's former self. Actually, it wasn't even a shadow. Llidya walked over, eyeing the once cherry red paint job with more grey than red showing through. Surprisingly, the frame was still alright. The front in was crumpled, a great feat considering how tough the classics were. When she'd wrecked she'd had the engine sitting next to her in the passenger seat, which now it was strapped to what was left of the rear end, the trunk non existant. The roof was flattened in and wheels folded under. An ugly brown stained most of the leather interior, so much that you wouldn't be able to tell if the original leather was white or not. It was from the copious amounts of blood she'd lost in the accident. It was a miracle she'd survived as she had, but Llidya knew it was just that she was a tough bitch who refused to die from some stupid car accident. She straightened from looking at the junk heap, for the first time since she'd wrecked it, really.

Yep, this was going to cost thousands upon thousands of dollars, for sure. The sound of the door opening from the building behind her caused her to turn, and she smirked. She just knew what was going to be said. It was usually along the lines of, you must be crazy wanting to restore this. And Llidya knew she was, but she didn't care. If they wanted the money, she'd give it to 'em.

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Regina

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Date: Mar 24, 2008
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- Sirus Country played in the shop while she worked, not any modern bullshit, straight old style Johnny Cash, Papa John, and Red Hot Riders. Rockabilly forefathers that got her going. Monster Motors had been her baby, the one in NY run now by her father while she started the one in Hawaii. Unfortunetly classic cars were few and far between here on the island so it wasn't much of a money making buisness, but she wouldn't do anything else. And when people came in with their Volvos and Mercedes she had no problem telling them where to take it, anywhere but her shop. Born in the back of a taxi, with a life lived around the roar of the engine, she didn't know a life that didn't have sqeeling rubber and the smell of exhaust in it. Time spent racing on the Indie circuit had taught her a thing or two about the world of speed, and she had bought a good piece of land behind the garage, working to clear it out anhisd make a good old fashioned drag track for those who lived on the edge of 100. Out front her Bronco was parked hopped up on it's Monster wheels that made it look like something made to run over cars rather than drive beside them. Just one of her many toys.-

-At the moment Sloane was under the hood of a 1970 Dodge Challenger that she'd had in the shop for a week doing an overhaul. The beast now had a brand new 468 c.i. 500 +h.p. bbc roller motor and a brand new ATI TH-400 trans w/3000 stall speed converter and Hurst 1/4 stick shifter. She'd be completely rebuilding a 12 bolt rear w/Strange axles, Eaton posi unit and 3:73 Richmond gears. When she got finished it was going to be one hell of a monster on the track. Just the way it should be. Caleb Tucker her other mechanic was rolled under the car working, she could just see his foot tapping to the music as he worked. The sound of the tow truck pulling in made her straighten up and lean to see what was going on. Caleb rolled out from under the Challenger as well to have a look. The man looked like he bathed in motor oil, wearing a pair of wide goggles that covered his eyes to keep them from catching spill. Both of them shared a look, before she shut the hood to go out and see who was bringing this poor mistreated pile in. Cars were like women, if you didn't know what you were doing then you shouldn't get behind the wheel.-

- Red-gold eyes were all for the car, not yet looking over the woman who had brought it in. Fingers
coated in oil moved to the back pocket of her loose fitting jeans to pull a red bandanna from her back pocket. Wiping at the mess on her hands, revealing the tattoos there. Top knuckles reading 'Live Fast'. Those fingers ran along the side panel of the car, feeling out the place where the front end had been crushed, the metal torn out. She caressed the '69 Chevelle like a lover would. It wasn't her first choice of cars, but anything classic deserved a chance. Finally she turned her back to the car, leaning against the door with her arms folded over her chest as she looked at the woman from the bar who had talked about cars. Lips a funny shade of hot pink curling in a grin.-

"You know women who buy muscle cars aughtta have the muscle to drive 'em."

-Stunt driving out in L.A. had been a learning experience but now there wasn't much she couldn't do with a car. Somehow she believed that bad ass chicks were the only ones who should be allowed to drive bad ass cars. Now though her top priority was fixing up the poor girl, and be sad in the end to see her go. All buisness she pushed away from the car, wallet chain slapping against her thigh.-

"This is a laser straight body, I know a guy who can get two new full nos quarter panels for the body."

-The quarter panels weren't even being made anymore, but she still had connections with the choppers in New York. It wasn't all legal, but when it came to cars she was always willing to fudge on some paperwork.-

"We can apply black deltrone urethane and a new top, do a blend buff and detail. I'd recommend black, then lay a new red stripe kit on the mirrored finish. Some five spoke SS wheels sandblasted and repainted with some BF Radials."

-Turning back to glance at the car she narrowed her eyes, taking in the damage to the hood.-

"We'll scrap the engine and put in a streetable 396. It has a 9.6:1 compression Regular Gas engine. Get the block bored .030 over. Replace the stock items with Chevy Oval Port Heads, ported and polished, .510 lift hydraulic cam and valvetrain. An MSD 6A Ignition will supply some spark. Fuel can be fed from an Edelbrock Performer Series 750 Four Barrel Carburetor to a Jet Coated Edelbrock Performer Intake. We'll keep the rumbler in balance with an ATI Super Dampner. A Tilton Hi-Torque Starter will spin the powerplant over with an Optima heavy duty battery. A new HD Four Core Hi-Flow Radiator keep will keep the motor at a steady 180 degrees."

-Unless you'd been working on cars your whole life you wouldn't know what the fuck she was talking about. There were mechanics who'd been in the buisness for decades who wouldn't even begin to know with a piece that was this torn up. So she paused in her summary to explain-

"Part of the secret to the cool running temps is the ease in which the engine will breathe. Big Hooker Competition Plus Headers exhale into a Torque- Technologies full 3 inch exhaust system with Turbo Mufflers. It'll need a new wire loom installed from the firewall plug forward. New power steering pump. Set the power to transfer to a rebuilt Turbo 400 Transmission and Torque Converter. If you want streetability we'll want a B&M Trans Cooler bolted in. Get the gears shifted with a B&M Mega-Shifter. Keep the original factory console and stirrup shifter Have the RPM's flow through a balanced driveshaft with new heavy duty U-Joints to a stock Chevelle differential housing with 3.73 Richmond Gears. A new polyurethane front suspension, and rear control arm bushings. Replace the stock body mounts  with Hyper Flex Polyurethane Body Bushings. And...."

-Moving once again towards the car she leaned in the window that had been shattered to look at the interior, as she bent in those loose jeans slipped lower showing just the top of her crack like a female plumber in a strange porno. Breath was exhaled like someone exasperated, and her tongue licked her lips as that smell of old blood hit her, waking up the beast inside and making the old girl stretch. Talking with her head inside the car she listed what would need doing with the interior.-

"We can get some original factory black, and redo some of this with red accents to match the stripe kit. in Red.  Repad and recover the bucket and rear seats. Same with the dash. New headliner, carpet, door and kick panles, sail panels, seat backs, seat belts, package tray, door and window handles, dome light and bezel. Autometer Guages, reproduction AM/FM/Cassette, and Grant GT Wheel to finish it off."

-Pulling back out the window she turned again to look at Llydia as she stuck the red bandanna into her back pocket again. It matched the red bandanna tied around her head, color clashing with the neon pink of her mohawk.-

"I can even get replacements on the side windows and put some red tint on them. All depends on how bad you want this baby. Or I can always just pop out the damage and slap a classic Chevy rebuild in it."

-Sloane shrugged muscled shoulders as the eyes of her beast looked at the wolf. The womans answer would be a determining factor in Sloanes opinion of her. Sure it would cost money, but money was just paper. A classic was forever. From in the shop Caleb came wandering out, pushing his goggles up on his forehead leaving big racoon circles of clean skin around his eyes. The man gave a low whistle and rubbed his chin with his fingers. When he spoke it was with a thick as molasses Kentucky accent that drawled long.-

"You might aughta think 'bout addin' you a steel roll bar and non-stock stabilizers to that if'n ya gonna be plannin 'bout drivin' her off that cliff again."

"What happened anyway? Send yourself flying on an oil spill? I bet daddy was pissed when he found out you wrecked your birthday present."

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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Mar 24, 2008
This Old Girl
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Llidya's Bahamas-clear water blues leveled on Sloane when she walked out of the garage, that smirk spreading into a grin as she spoke.

She laughed, nodding.

"I agree. This one's totally not my fault though." Llidya told her in her own defense. She turned to watch her look over the car. She nodded as she listened to her talk, only understanding a little less than half of what she said the first time, a little bit more as she explained further. Chapman's gaze slid to the side windows.

"Let's do the red tint. Make her shiny." That grin returned at the idea, glad the woman was willing to put time and effort into it. A rare mechanic indeed. Rob, her old mechanic in New York had refused to even look at the wreck. She didn't turn to look at Caleb as he spoke, nodding. That sounded good. She looked back to Sloane, shaking her head as she approached the car. Hand went to the bent roof.

"I love this car, salvaged it from the bottom of a five car stack in a junkyard in Jersey. Drove 'er for ten years before I flipped her going at least 170 on Highway 87 in New York. I was just a plain old human then. Turned 'er sideways to avoid hitting a wolf...a werewolf actually, now that I think about it. Still hit him, that's the big dent in the driver's side door, and missed the sonuvabitch on the Ninja chasin' him." Llidya leaned down to look into the interior as she spoke. "I woke up about, twenty minutes later, crawled out of the car to check on the wolf. 'ad a broken clavicle, six broken ribs, a fractured femur, sprained ankle, bruised spinal column and a head wound that wouldn't stop bleeding." Llidya straightened, grinning. It was a point of pride for her, how much pain she could endure. "Found the guy who was chasin' the wolf, 'ad the creature bound with silver and was torturin' it." Llidya shook her head, crossing her arms. "Needless to say, I tried to stop him, but he was in tip top shape as compared to me'n and the wolf." She pulled up the sleeve on her left arm, showing off the freshest and last scars she'd formed before she became a wolf. "The fucker shot me, a silver bullet, it lodged up against my ulna right here, and then nailed me to a tree with a daggar." She laughed, remembering how she'd felt. Groggy, tired, and irate. "I'd never been so pissed off in my life. He got to workin' on the wolf again and I pulled that knife out and stabbed him in the back. Worked my fingers raw getting the silver shackles off the poor beast, and passed the fuck out again from loss of blood. Woke up two days later in a hospital. Found out they only found pieces of the guy nearby."

She looked to Sloane again as she finished her story, pulling an envelope out of her back pocket. "Glad I brought her to ya. Will ten grand be enough to start ya off?"

Chapman's question was accompanied by an envelope she handed over, filled with one hundred hundred dollar bills. "If you need more, just let me know. You get her fixed up pretty, I'm thinkin' of auctioning her off for charity at RM Auctions or Barrett-Jackson. Relay for Life and all that's just around the corner." Llidya's hand came up to stroke her chin as she spoke, eyeing the car, and seeing the possibilities. She moved back over to her '67 Impala. "I tell ya Hawkin's, it's gonna be a pleasure doin' business with ya."

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Lou & Peter

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Date: Mar 25, 2008
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: When the pack had left Salem in little knots of two and three, letting the highway of life guide em off to wherever it was going she had stayed behind. Felt wrong to leave somehow with her daddy's shop there, and how familiar the place was. It was always hard to leave home behind. But one day she woke up and got a sign, a real burning bush moment where she felt her daddy's voice tellin her it was time to be moving on. Her own road was still stretched out and ready to be travelled. The cemetary was where her life in Salem had started and that's where it ended. On the way to the airport she stopped and walked to the grave of Lou Reed Sr. No flowers, no tears, just a silly sad smile on her face. :

"I'll miss ya pappa. Hope you're riding a hot rod up there and givin Kneivel a run for his money."

: Touching the headstone in a silent moment of communication before she left she coulda sworn she felt him there urging her on. So she hopped a plane outta Salem, catching a connection at Kennedy in NY and then on to LA, and finally to Hawaii. All she'd brought with her was an old military duffel that had been her daddys so when she got there she had no car to drive. Something she hadn't ever had to deal with. Her whole life was full of wrench jockeys and motors. The first payphone she saw she went into, lifting up the yellow pages on its metal chord, hands moving the pages quickly until she found the section with mechanics, garages and restoration shops. Scanning down it her nail bitten finger tapped one that sounded familiar. Monster Motors. It was a place that anyone in the business knew of. They were known for their work. Kind of the Jesse James of classic cars. Carefully she tore the page out of the phone book and tucked it into her back pocket. With the oversized duffel over her shoulder she walked the few miles to a bus station, and found the one that went close to the address from the book. :

:As she rode her head leaned against the window rust colored eyes lookin at everything going past her. When they finally hit the bus stop she popped up from her seat and scrambled from the bus. The road was dusty, the place out of the way, and the bus had dropped her off a mile away from the shop so she started walking once again. The puke green army duffel was huge, a bit ridiculous looking slung on her back since she was a hundred pounds soaking wet, but it was amazing what being a lycan made possible. She pulled the red straw cowboy hat off her head and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her forearm, blonde hair plastered to her head with sweat. Damned if the sun here wasn't a doozy. Little dust clouds poofed up with each step, the purple and pink cowboy boots reached to mid-calf, leaving a lot of her string bean legs showing before getting to her shorts. The jean shorts were so tiny they would make Daisy Duke herself think twice about them. From behind if she bent even a little you would be able to see the C curves of her tight little bottom. Chest was covered with a purple bandanna that was tied in the back the front making a V until it reached her belly button. So little clothing and she was still sweating buckets. Nice. :

: When she saw the shop ahead her heart gave a pitter patter like she'd just seen the cutest boy in the world and knew he was gonna lick chocolate off her. Hurrying her steps a little she heard the tail end of the conversation between the two women and the man with the grease holes around his eyes. Coming up until she was just in front of the lioness she dropped her duffel on the ground and pulled the hat from her head and holding it to her chest. Inside that mangy grey wolf stood proud, every inch the confident creature. Neither Lou or her wolf knew that they were small, they didn't care if you were two hundred and fifty pounds of badass, they could show you. :

"Ma'am. You're gonna hire me to work for ya. Cause you don't know it yet, but I'm the best under the hood. You won't be sorry."

: Her voice was as thick as syrup dripping from a maple tree. Alabama drawl with a hint of North Eastern spunk. But no doubt about it, she was no native islander. The comment was stated as fact and not as a question. The look in her eyes like a dare to the woman with the bandanna. A double dog dare. Lou wanted a job, wanted a life here. For a second she said a silent prayer to her pappy, askin him to bless her. Then she waited for the womans response. Oh, she felt the other wolf behind her near the Impala, but at the moment her attention was all for the lion. Head held high, she looked like a very determined pixie. A cotton candy fluff of a girl, built like a straight unsoaked noodle, with a core of solid rock. :




-- Edited by Lous Garage at 02:37, 2008-03-25

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Regina

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-The story didn't pause her, though Caleb looked a bit taken aback. He was a human though so she didn't expect him to have the same reaction. Shit happened. In her opinion saving someone wasn't worth trashing a perfectly good car unless it was your relative or best friend, even then she might think twice.-

"I think I'd be more pissed about the fucking car than being shot. It's a lot easier to get some tweezers and rip out a bullet than it's gonna be to get this bitch up and rolling again."

-She made a small snorting noise that passed for laughter. Not because she couldn't do what she promised. She could do anything when it came to four wheels. More that it was funny to her how fucked up the woman had gotten the car. Usually for an accident that hurt a car this bad the person wasn't walking away. She could respect that, and pity it. Sloane didn't blink at the ten grand. In the restoration business things cost alot. It made up a bit for the fact that there wasn't as many customers. Or at least evened the playing field a bit. She scratched at the back of her neck with short nails that had grease permanently under them. Tongue licked at hot pink lips.-

"You keep that until I finish her up. Then you can pay all of it at once, and if you don't I'll keep her for the track. Doesn't matter to me one way or the other. Though I think giving this beauty away after I fix her is a sin. If it was my car and it got me through a crash like that I wouldn't give her up. She saved your life. That means something."

-Muscular shoulders gave another shrug and then she saw someone heading their way. An odd girl who looked almost prepubescent she was so tiny. Sloanes red-gold eyes narrowed as she felt the wolf inside the blonde. Jesus, wolves were coming out of the woodwork around this place. Hands moved to her hips, one cocking out as she stood. Those loose jeans slid lower, showing off the flat six pack of her stomach and v-cuts of her hips. Yeah, Sloane was more muscle than curve. Looked a lot more likely to kick your ass then cuddle with you. When the blonde plopped her bag down and said what she had to say it took Sloane a minute to process it. Wasn't often anyone came up to her with such moxy. She liked it. Chuckling as her lips twisted in a wicked smile she motioned the tow truck driver to let the car down off it's roost, keeping her eyes all the while fixed on miss prissy and her pink booties.-

"You're the best huh?"

-Her head tilted to one side, tongue poking out and curled up over her top lip as she thought for a second. That tawny jungle cats tail twitching lazily from side to side as it opened it's mouth and yawned before rolling over on it's side to clean the large padded paws.-

"What torque wrench is used by Cal Tech phycisists, and NASA engineers, and calibrated by the state and federal department of weights and measures?"

-The question was a bit of a joke. If this chick knew the answer then it meant she had good taste in more than just cars and tools. If she didn't know the answer then it would be a big red light on the job. (will send answer in EMail since Sloane needs a non-MPC employee) When the right answer came out of the little girl childs mouth Sloane just grinned showing rows of shiny white teeth.-

"Alright girlie, get in this heap, you're tiny enough. Find the shifter and put her in neutral so we can roll her into the garage."

-Sloane motioned for Caleb to come over, one of them getting on either side of the back bumper as the blonde did as she was told. Once the car was in neutral they rolled it into the shop on its rims. Normally a bad thing, but since most of it was going to be stripped and replaced it wasn't a big deal. Once the car was in the garage she looked back at Lydia, eyeing her a moment before finally speaking in her husky purring voice.-

"You want to come pick your paint and accessories now? Or come back later? There's plenty of us to do now if you want some more time."

-In the office she had book after book of items ranging from custom chrome bumpers, which she loved, to heart shaped door locks, which she hated. But it was always good to give people options. Waiting for an answer before moving back into the garage she saw Caleb eyeing the new girl with hungry eyes. The guy needed a lay in a bad way, but she wasn't about to have him dining and ditching with her new helper.-

"Don't even think it Caleb. Strap up and get back under that Challenger, you got work to do man." Nodding to Lou and then hooking a thumb towards the back room she added, "There's work suits back there, Just grab some to keep that floppy purple top from getting caught in a fan belt."

-She could see it now, the blonde leaning over to check engine flow and getting her top torn off. Talk about a free show. Caleb would never get his ass under the Challenger then.-


-- Edited by Queen Bitch at 02:22, 2008-03-25

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Date: Mar 25, 2008
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"I was already pissed about the car, just bein' shot was liking a hornet stinging a bear...just pissed me off more."

Llidya nodded, taking the envelope back and sliding it into her back pocket once more. A sly grin was given at the idea of the car on the track. Yeah, she'd be something alright, especially after what Sloane was promising to do to her. She smiled, icy blues glancing to Caleb as Sloane mentioned the sin of selling a car that had saved her life.

"Maybe, but if ya look at it like I do, she might can save a few more with the money I'll fetch from her up on the auction block. And with how you're gonna fix her up, I'm bettin' she'll rake in a good amount." She smelled a wolf nearby then, and straightened from her slight lean on the hood to turn and see the approach of the tiny girl. Hand reached up to slide those sunglasses over her eyes. The sun sure was relentless today.

That duffel bag seemed bigger than her, but Llidya knew the strength of a wolf. It fell to the ground in a small puff of smoke from the sandy pavement, and the girl spoke.

"Ma'am. You're gonna hire me to work for ya. Cause you don't know it yet, but I'm the best under the hood. You won't be sorry."

Her brow arched at the declaration, in some small admiration at the girl's confidence in herself. She liked that. It reminded her of her. She looked to Sloane as she took a moment to mull over her words before firing off that question.

"You're the best huh?" Some small pause, for effect, she was sure. "What torque wrench is used by Cal Tech phycisists, and NASA engineers, and calibrated by the state and federal department of weights and measures?"

Llidya almost laughed at the question, biting her tongue so the girl could answer it. Anyone who was a fan of Joe Pesci...well...

Sloane told the girl to hop in so they could roll the Chevelle into the garage. Llidya opened the door to her car, and paused when Sloane was talking to her again. She shook her head.

"Nah. I'll come back later." She stopped in her movments a moment, and came back around the open door. Chapman pulled a card from her shirt pocket, handing it over. "Here, 's my number and where 'm stayin'. Let that wolf know too." She grinned, couldn't wait to get to know her, that girl. "We can get together in the next week or so and have a beer or something, talk about the paint and stuff then." Llidya told her, moving back to the Impala. She slid into the confines of the driver's seat, and cranked her up. "Call me anytime, if'n ya need anything." Llidya told her over the rumble of the engine. She pulled out of the drive then, turning up the radio. The sounds of AC/DC could be heard following her down the road.

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: Lou blinked at the question, her own hands going to the straight line where hips should have been. For a second she thought the lady was joking with her, but when she realized Sloane was serious she just laughed. A stringent sound that hit the ears like slow rolling waves of pleasure. :

"You ain't kiddin are ya? That's about the damndest question I've ever heard. It's a Craftsmen model 1019 laboratory signature edition torque wrench. Sonofabitch is dead on balls accurate. Got anything tougher?"

: There was defience in that cute country voice of hers. Yeah she knew the movie. Couldn't imagine anyone who hadn't, but then again there were those poor unfortunates in the world. Given instructions she left her bag in the dust and went towards the car door, since it was locked in she knocked the broken glass left out of the bottom of the window, clearing the way so she could slip in that way. Booted foot pressed down the brake before slipping the gear shaft into neutral so the other two could roll it into the garage. Then she slipped back out the way she'd gone in. It had been a tight fit, even for her. :

: If the grease monkey was looking at her she didn't notice. She'd been the tomboy best friend her whole life, so she was socially oblivious to that mess. Thank God. Lou moved around the car taking in the damage and giving a low whistle of her own. The fit had sure hit the shan with this one. Catching the hook of Sloane's thumb she moved towards that back room to slip into a grease suit, zipping it up the front until she looked like a petite grey marshmellow woman. That day would pass quickly. Getting aquainted with the shop, getting to know the new boss, and finally getting her hands on some good old Snap-On Tools, hoping her own set would be coming behind her soon with the rest of her junk. Once the day was done and Sloane was ready to shut down the shop Lou went to retreive her duffel from the dirt where she'd left it. Wiping the dirt off it she slung it back over her shoulders. Hat was pushed back onto her head with oil stained fingers.:

"What ya say bosslady. Give me a ride to the pack house so I can find ma Ulfric?"

: Yup, cars first, Ulfric next. It was how it should be, in her mind at least. Now that number one was taken care of though it was time to find Ash and Silent. And hope that Lyric was still with them. Heart raced a little at the thought and her lips twisted in a goofy smile. Getting the go ahead she pulled herself up into the passenger side of the lioness's high rise Bronco, settling in for the ride to the pack house, window open so she could smell the island air. One leg lifted to rest against the ledge of the window, her boot bouncing to the music playing as they drove down the highway. Well pappa. I'm here. What's next? :


-- Edited by Lous Garage at 03:19, 2008-03-25

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