thoughtformed | first stab; video

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first stab; video

[Really, at first, Anita looks nothing short of irate, sitting in front of the camera with her arms crossed. She's already heard every possible explanation from the folks at the hospital, and while she's done her best to take it with a grain of salt, she's not pleased. It's difficult to wrap her head around, honestly, and that's saying something, considering what she does for a living and how often she spends her time ass-deep in myths and legends. All sorts of things that people once thought were fictional but were, in truth, real.

This is just a twist she had never expected.]

The funny thing is that this is only bordering on the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.

[She's certainly seen worse. Nobody is trying to chain her to a bed and slice her up, so, you know, that's a definite plus.]

I'm sure plenty of other people have shown up and started talking about how this just can't be true, so I'm going to skip that part for now and worry about finding out more about this place. I'll assume we're not looking at an island full of humans, given the circumstances. There's nothing wrong with that, but humor me. I'm curious. Are the police any good, or is it all Gangs of New York up in here?

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I might be able to help out with the understaffed problem. I have some experience in that area.

How much experience?

I've been on retainer with the Regional Preternatural Investigation Taskforce since it was founded. I've never had a badge, but I've done plenty of work for the police.

Any felony record or history of mental illness?

[Well, none on record.]

Nope. I'm also the official vampire executioner for the tri-state area and have a bachelor's degree in preternatural biology. Not sure how useful that will be here, but it goes right along with the rest of my qualifications.

Only one vampire in town, bunch of aliens, a few werewolves. It can't hurt.

You're hired. Come fill out an application so I can pretend to interview you and make that offer legally.

Chief John Shepard, NMPD.

Aliens, huh? Those are new.

Anita Blake. A pleasure, Chief Shepard. What does a girl have to do to get directions? I'll be there as soon as I can.

Three blocks south of the square at the top of the hill.

Thanks, Chief. Be there shortly.

[She's good to her word, making the trip from her new place to the police station in about ten minutes, heading into the building without a single hesitation. It might be a new city and a new precinct, but clearly, she feels at home in this sort of environment. Seeing the front desk empty upon entering, she represses the urge to whistle and decides to approach the desk itself, leaning one arm against it while waiting.]

[Shepard emerges from the back office after a moment, as soon as he glances at the video monitor on his desk and sees her out front.

At this time of day, the station is empty except for him and one nonfictional officer doing jail security. Everyone else is out on patrol.]

Ms. Blake. That was fast.

[Anita smiles thinly, standing up straight so that she reaches her full and utterly unimpressive height.]

I'm nothing if not good to my word. Thank you for the opportunity, Chief Shephard.

[She extends her hand for a shake -- handshakes are very important, you know.]

Don't thank me until after you've worked overtime during a crisis.

[He actually says that to almost all his new officers. But then, he means it. But he does shake her hand -- a very firm grip, a test because a first handshake between cops is always a test. but he's not squeezing hard enough to be a jerk.]

There are a few things about this department that you should know, before you sign on the dotted line.

I'm not afraid of overtime. You should have seen my schedule back home.

[Anita likes to shake hands for the very same reason. It says a lot about a person, and is a good way to judge their character. Her own handshake is firm, strong, and confident.]

Oh? I'm all ears.

First. The island government here does a lot of things I don't like. We're not them. Our job is to keep people safe, whatever is going on. We don't go up against the government because if they cut us off, we can't do our job. It's a hard call, sometimes.

Second. On the island right now we have about a hundred so-called fictionals. That's us. We also have something like fifteen thousand non-fictionals living and working here, including in the department. Some of them aren't so happy about having an imaginary chief, and they hate patrol beats in the fictional neighborhood. Too many people have some kind of power. They don't want to deal with it. I'd fire them... but then I couldn't cover any beats.

It's a Hell of a job.

Thankfully, I've had plenty of experience when it comes to difficult jobs. I'm glad to hear you're not on the side of the island government, though. I may be new, but I can already tell I'm never going to be their biggest fan. Protecting people should always be the police department's number one priority, and I respect that you're willing to do what it takes to make sure that's exactly what happens. I'd like to do my part to help with that.

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