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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Jan 6, 2009
Short People Got No Reason To Live
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Normally the song would crack a smile on her face, but not today. Llidya clicked off the radio of her car, cutting short Randy Newman. How the hell she'd ended up listening to that was beyond her. It was usually only when Lyl was around did she listen that kind of stuff. She looked at her phone, scrolling through the numbers before it settled on the L's. Llidya hit the call button, and listened to it ring a couple of times before she got a voicemail.

"Hey Loke, it's me. I just wanted to get together with you about that tattoo. Anytime you're ready, that'd be great. Thanks, I'll talk to you later."

Llidya hung up the phone, and looked out at the scenery before her, a bustling Roman street below the parking deck she was in. Thoughts wandered back to the empty spaces in her mind, and the anger she felt constantly for not knowing anything. Truth was, she was mad about not remembering friends. All she could remember was him. Ash. And it was pissing her off. Cause she remembered smiling, and being happy with him, and little, insiginificant tidbits about him. But nothing important. Nothing about any big murder cases she may of solved in the subsequent ten years. It was this train of thought that was interrupted when her phone rang. She didn't even look at the caller ID, expecting it to be Loke.

"Chapman."

"Yes is this Llidya Chapman, formerly of the New York Police Department?" Llidya looked up at the sound of the foreign voice, an accent from around here, but not the States. Some Italian guy. How did some Italian guy get her number?

"Who wants to know?"

"My name is Arturo, I am with the Capo della Polizia. I wish to speak with Llidya Chapman."

Llidya straightened up in her seat, leaning her head back on her head rest, wondering what the Italian police wanted with her.

"Yeah ok you got her. What can I do for you?"

Llidya listened as the man detailed a position that would be available for her. Her thoughts began racing again. She could be a consultant to the to the Polizia de Stato. That would be cool. Except, well, there was nothing keeping her here, really. Nothing at all. That smile crossed her lips and she nodded. "Yeah, ok, thanks there Artie. But I don't think I'm going to be staying here much longer. If I do I'll give you a call, alright?" She told him, and he thanked her politely before the line was disconnected. Llidya set her phone down, looking out into the city.

No, there was no reason for her to be here. She had nothing here. She thought she had, but those thoughts had been dashed with the conversation she'd had with the man the other night. She cranked the car again, pulling out of her space and making her way back to her house. She glanced over to pick up her phone and dial. The line rang once before it was answered.

"Mags."

"Hey Mags. It's Chapman. You guys got any jobs?"

"Sure thing MC. We're were heading off for a job in India. Did you wanna ride this time?"

Llidya paused in her answer for a moment. "Yeah. When you leaving?"

"Well, we're in Bolivia now, so we'd have to swing by to pick you up...that'll take a couple of days. So I guess a week or so. We have to finish up with this crazy pack of vampires over here..."

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The Bitch Wolf


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Date: Jan 6, 2009
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The Bluetooth beeped in her ear silently, signalling the call coming in however it was ignored for the moment.  "No, this is the old asylum, down that way."  She pointed randomly across the room, indicating it was outside, somewhere.  Anthony was telling her over and over again, he didn't think it was such a good idea to invest time and money into such a place.  This was the one thing that differed from Michael her attorney in the states.  He never once told her not to do anything, because Michael knew telling her "No" was like giving her the green light.  It spurred her on and had her chomping at the bit to do exactally what she was told not too.  Her cheeks puffed up as she held her breath for a long moment before she stood.  "Listen, Anthony, you are my Attorney that's it.  While I value your opinion, your opinion will not stop me from doing what I want.  Maybe you should call Michael and ask him."   She snagged her leather jacket off the chair and stormed out of the office, leaving him watching her with a frown.

Once she got to the elevator she dug her cellphone out and flipped it open hitting the call button to listen to the message.   It wasn't till she was outside and already heading toward her motorcycle that she dialed the number back, which went straight to voicemail.

"Yo Llids, sorry I missed your call.  I was having a fight with my new attorney.  I got a couple of drawnings for you to look at.  I'll bring them over today and the ink and gun."  She climbed on to the bike and sat there quietly for a moment. "Let me know if today isn't a good day or I'll be there in like an hour. Bye"

Once astride the bike she kicked the stand up and lifted the helmet from the handlebar and jammed it on her head slapping down the visor.  Glancing this way and that she started the machine before pulling out from the spot and heading back toward the pack house.

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