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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Date: Jan 22, 2009
Drunken Voicemails for the Ulfric
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Her car was sitting in front of her house, atop a flat bed truck. The tires were ruined, the painted job fucked, and the interior scorched. The smell was rank when it had first gotten there, but Llidya had adjusted to it well enough. She was sitting in her kitchen, looking out the window at her ruined car, no longer fuming, or caring really. She'd stopped chasing after that Embri chick when she realized it would be very messy if she caught up with her.

She'd gotten home the next day, her car sitting at her house, and gotten so upset she'd shifted. When that happened, and she'd woken up hours later, not remembering much at all, she was very glad she'd picked the remoteness of the house. What little furniture that was left in the house, upon her orders, was ruined now. Except for the kitchen table she sat at and the one chair left unbroken. Apparently, she'd been one very pissed off wolf. The sofa was in shreds and there were holes in the walls of the interior, and scratches galore. A few of her cabinets had been broken and food within tossed about. When she'd awakened, she'd been glad to find the liquor cabinet untouched, and now was on her third bottle of Wild Turkey. She hated the stuff, but it was one of the only things that was packing a punch.

Bahamas-clear water hues settled on the car out the window again, lifting the bottle to her lips. She had a nice buzz going, and her thoughts wandered over if she should really kill that Embri chick or what. She'd stopped tracking her, but she knew her smell now, and would take up the hunt soon, if she so desired. Just to her right was a small netbook, infomation on screen of the files she'd copied, and Llidya decided she would have to die anyway, even if Llidya herself didn't kill her. The woman had copied some sensitive files and knew stuff that she really shouldn't.

She loved that car. It was fixable. Another drink was given as she lifted the cell phone to her ear, dialing a number. After a few moments, she got voicemail, as expected.

"Deeeeear Ulfric. There's a thing...out there somewhere with pack stuff. Information I mean. I thought you should know. You know. Cause, you know, you're the Ulfric. You know, I can't really say your name. Did you know that? I think you should-"

The phone beeped on her to let her know the message was done, and Llidya pulled it from her ear, a scowl crossing her lips. She didn't sound too drunk, she didn't think. But damn it she had something to say and needed to say it. Redial was hit, and she waited for the voicemail again.

"I was sayin. Some woman. And the business by the way. I have some paperwork and money for the Mystic. The Mystic Woman. Thing. It's a thing. Leni is cool. We're going to play pool. Oh wait, no. I'm leaving. But we're gonna play before I leave, cause I said I-well. My car's on fire. It-" The phone beeped again, and Llidya sighed, standing from the chair. She took the half empty bottle of Wild Turkey and a fresh one, moving to the ruined sofa. She had put on her freshly cleaned leather jumpsuit, as the clothes she'd had on before were in a ruined heap where she had kicked them to in the kitchen. Her mind was fuzzy with the intake of alcohol, lack of sleep and lack of food. Chapman knew that if a person wanted to get drunk, well, it was very easy for them to get drunk. Lycan or not, it was a state of mind. And at the moment, she had nothing to be sober for. She leaned her head back with a sigh, trying to think of everything she had to do.

She'd need to make repairs to the house before she sold it. She needed to go check out the warehouses...she needed to fix her car...she needed to call Ash about the investigation thing and let him know about that crazy chick that Llidya wanted to murder...

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Ashes Of Faith


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Date: Jan 28, 2009
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(Con't from http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=103649&p=3&topicID=24294040 )

As he looked at the list of calls he recalled the two messages from Lydia the most clearly. Perhaps because they had been so utterly and completely bizarre. Not to mention the fact that new werewolf plus drunk usually equalled disaster. There was heated anger there beneath the surface, but it was more than that as well. The last time he had seen her, when he'd been inside her home there had been that smell. Vampire. Fucking vampire.

More and more he was really beginning to think something in him was broken, whatever part of a man chooses the people he wants to spend his life with was probably busted beyond recognition. Otherwise he wouldn't keep falling for women who later ran off with corpses. And yeah, he believed they were corpses both before and after he shoved a stake through their unbeating hearts.

Tapping the pencil twice against the pad the thoughts ran through his head before he could stop himself. Trying to remember what Marcus had told him he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Goddamn Marcus, what right did he have to know what he was talking about. But, the man knew a thing or two, and Ash was trying to keep his messes in order which would incude some necessary changes among the pack, but that would come later. Picking up the phone he would only leave a quick message.

"I just got back. We should meet up to compare notes whether you're leaving or not. Come to the Pack House."

He held the phone to his ear a moment longer in silence, but not knowing what else to add he finally hung it up. Fingers brushed back through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he tried to remember why he didn't want to see her. Sometimes that was hard to figure out. Looking back at the pad he saw only one other name that needed more immediate attention. This time it was a letter.

(Con't on http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=103649&p=3&topicID=24327933 )




-- Edited by Ashes Of Faith at 12:49, 2009-01-28

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