-- butterflies and hurricanes

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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There was so much to do and so little time to do it. Lourdes had spent her entire day at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow, teaching new hymns to the children’s choir. In that time, she’d forgotten completely about her other civic duties. Aside from saving the souls of children, she put in quite a lot of community hours at the local animal shelter. Her other calling, so to speak. She couldn’t help herself! It was just in her soul to assist the unfortunate in any way she could and starving kittens were very high on the list of poor, unfortunate souls.

As soon as she’d gotten home from the church, amazed at the amount of soliciting women out in the middle of the day, Lourdes had tossed her navy knapsack over the armchair in her plush living room. She had a long night ahead of her, particularly with phone calls to be made and new volunteers to find. There was also a charity event she was hoping to host, to raise funds for the shelter’s new wing. After all, humans often put themselves into suffering but animals didn’t. Being such victims of circumstance should mean that the best care could be delivered and care needed space and machinery.

Snatching up her cell phone, Lourdes kicked off her heels and slid into the chair, narrowly missing her bag in the process. She picked a stray lint particle from the hem of her skirt as she waited for the number she scribbled down to actually start ringing.

Oh come on! Its barely four-thirty, you should have answered by now.

And so, she waited patiently for someone - anyone really - to pick up the phone.

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 284!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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One… Two… Three…

If there was something Christian wanted at the moment was a calculator. The napkin had too many multiplications scribbled around. A phone call was $3.54 a minute and they couldn’t even get a 99 cents calculator to make their recordings? He hummed in response into the phone, completely ignoring the man on the other side. Fifteen minutes already and Christian was more than ready to hang up. The truth was that he didn’t even know what was going on in the conversation. He didn’t even know his own name. Hearing the now familiar invitation to meet in person was his signal to hang up, and hang up he did. It was just his job, the thing that kept a roof over him. The last thing he wanted was to meet up with a forty year old something in the streets of Vegas. Besides, he was not gay, thank you very much.

One… Two… Three…

He made the multiplication in his head, making a mental note to buy a calculator but knowing he would forget as soon as he was out of the shitty hole he had to call work. According to his head and the already too tattooed napkin, his last client had spent 53 dollars and 10 cents on his call. Well, that made Christian happy. Okay, maybe not. Making a small ball with the napkin, he threw it to the trash can next to his desk before looking around for his notepad on the drawers. The beeping of a new call made him groan. Great, another forty something year old wanting to get off to a guy’s voice. Grabbing the phone, he cleared his throat. ”Hello, this is Matt speaking.” He grabbed the newspaper, ready for another boring session. .

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! two nine eight
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! n/a
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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”Hello, this is Matt speaking.”

Matt? Who was Matt? The animal shelter's ad had said she was going to speak to Hannah, the coordinator of the Stray Lives, Stray Hearts program there. Well. Lourdes couldn't be picky about it, could she? After all, she had animals to help across the city and it really wasn't going to make a difference if she was speaking to a male Matt or a female Hannah. Clearly, just a small stick in the mud. Hopefully, Matt knew what she was calling about. Lourdes still had to make dinner; she was having the pastor and his wife for company that evening and she hadn't even started the enchiladas yet.

She got a little anxious at that thought and was hoping this would be a quick call or her dinner date would be ruined!

“Hi,” Lourdes ventured as Matt didn’t even have the good grace to introduce himself or the shelter or anything like that. What kind of establishment was he running? She brushed her skirt straight and crossed one nylon-clad knee over another, “I’m calling about the strays I keep finding and bringing home. I really would like help. You know, a helping hand. I really feel its a problem. I'm taking it personally.”

When she didn’t get an immediate response, she continued to get a little frustrated with this guy. Did they hire just any old Joe to save domesticated animals? If she didn’t already have two jobs, she would take over his. Clearly, she’d be much better at it. Much, much, much.

Huffing a little, she pressed on in her noble quest, “Are you the guy I need to talk to? I need someone with experience in this area. If you’re not him, please connect me with Hannah. I’m sure she knows how to do this.”

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 300!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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There was something Christian was not during working hours, and that was formal. Whoever was on the other side of the line clearly knew that the place was called Sexual Fantasies Line and what they did there. Clearly he didn’t have to waste his time saying it over and over again to the same clients. True, it wasted five seconds from the person’s minute, but it grew old after the first ten times. Besides, Christian didn’t want a constant reminder of where he worked and who he was slave of now.

Please, it was enough hearing his co-workers faking moans and doing other noises that made him want to stick pens into his ears.

The call was the weirdest call he had ever had in his two years of working there. He looked around, wondering if someone was playing him a practical joke. It wasn’t funny. Pulling the phone away, he stared at it for a second before putting it against his ear again, hearing the girl on the other side telling him how he sucked at his job and how she wanted to talk to a Hannah.

Well, kudos for girls not scared of trying new things.

He got up, looking around at the other desks with his co-workers on their own half cubicles before sitting back down. ”Look, your call got transferred to me. Got a problem? Hang up and call again. There are about twelve others that are available.” This was not about the job or pleasing the client, this was about his experience being put in doubt. ”I’ve been working here for two years now. I’m the one with the most experience around here. You just caught me off guard. Besides, someone wasn’t polite enough to say her name.” There. Christian gave the girl his thoughts and stole a minute and a half of her time.

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! three one zero
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! peacemaker - green day
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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Lourdes was not a rude woman. She had been raised in a very Catholic home with very Catholic morals and some very quality manners to go along with all this. It wasn’t in her nature to retaliate against people who cut her off on the freeway or shove in efforts to get to the front of the line at the movies. Still, she wasn’t going to get walked on by some amateur animal enthusiast. She was a serious visionary on a mission to make a difference in the lives of pets and their owners all over the tri-state area.

Matt wasn’t going to stop her with his bad attitude.

”Look, your call got transferred to me. Got a problem? Hang up and call again. There are about twelve others that are available.”


“I didn’t say I had a problem!” She fired back, feeling the rate of her beats per minute spike just the smallest bit. Angrily, as if he could see this act of defiance, Lourdes stood up at once and planted a firm hand on her hip as she angled the phone so she could better maintain control of the conversation. “It took long enough to get someone on the phone the first time, let alone that the someone was you.”

Her tone was starting to take on a very ornery trait to it and she was almost sorry for the heavy emphasis on the word ‘you’ that she’d thrown in. It certainly sounded much more aggressive than she meant. But truly, he could try to be more helpful. It was almost as if he didn’t understand how serious she was and that Lourdes only had the best of intentions. But then, what was that saying again about good intentions…

”I’ve been working here for two years now. I’m the one with the most experience around here. You just caught me off guard. Besides, someone wasn’t polite enough to say her name.”

Two years. To think he’d been so unsavory for two years with his snippy little attitude, snapping at the charitable people of Nevada for all their honorable efforts. How terrible was that? Lourdes couldn’t even imagine what “Matt” was like on a really bad day. She actually felt her eyes narrow at the words “polite” being directed towards her through this sad, angry man on the phone. A man who clearly did not like his job.

“I’m sorry,” She begrudgingly said, feeling much like a chastised child before continuing, “But I was merely expecting someone with more…charisma. Hannah, or so I’d been told, would be waiting for my call. And well, you’re not her. But that’s unimportant, I suppose. My name is Lourdes. I’d like very much to get this done and over with, if that’s okay, Matthew.”

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 440!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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The calls usually went smoothly for Christian, he sat back and read the newspaper while whoever was on the other line did what they had called for. This time, well, he wasn’t all that comfortable. He pulled the phone back as the girl raised her voice about a full number. It wasn’t that much, but through the old broken phones it made a slow buzz invade his ear. He sighed and changed ears, rolling his eyes as the girl kept talking. Did she ever stop? Scoffing, he grabbed his pen, tapping it against the desk. ”Oh and the fact that you had to wait like every other normal person is my fault?” Come on. If he was in charge of taking the calls and transferring them, he would just hang up every line and let the business go bankrupt. ”I’m so sorry Miss I’m here to save the world, I’ll tell the girls up front to work faster because you asked nicely.” He leaned over his desk, scribbling numbers on his notepad. Well, they were five minutes into the conversation.

At least he was getting more than ten dollars out of the girl as payback.

He sighed into the speaker, rubbing his forehead as he tried to calm himself. The girl kept talking about a Hannah, but as far as Christian knew, there was no one with that name. Unless. ”Hold on.” No, if he could find this Hannah she was talking about, he was not going to waste his time talking to the girl. Standing up, he looked around and yelled if there was anyone that used the name Hannah or actually was named like that as he pressed the phone against his shoulder. He kept seeing heads turning and people asking each other, but no one stepped up. Groaning, he placed the phone back against his ear. ”Alright Lourdes, let’s get this over with.” He sat back on his computer chair, looking at his notepad as he chewed on the cheap blue pen. ”And it’s Matt, not Matthew.” If there was one thing he liked to do was keep control of at least his name. But he was pretty sure the girl would end up calling him any way she wanted. ”Okay Miss. How do you want to do this?”

Six minutes…

This was definitely not good. Christian had never wanted to hang up on a caller as much as he wanted at the moment, not even when the woman at the other end of the line started screaming as if someone was killing her. Hopefully, ‘Lourdes’ was not into a lot of description and liked to go straight to the point. She was not going to be the first one that Christian hung up on.

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! four five eight
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! n/a
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size][/quote]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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”Oh and the fact that you had to wait like every other normal person is my fault?”

Well, no. It wasn’t. But did he have to say it like that? As if everyone else was queuing up to do all the goods deeds of the world, which wasn’t true at all. Matt made it sound like the entire country had already called, set up appointments, bake sales and had a nice day. Lourdes was optimistic but she wasn’t dumb.

“No, no,” She huffed, impatiently, reaching up to pull her hair out of the haphazard ponytail it’d been tossed into, “I didn’t say that. Stop putting words into my mouth! I’m just saying you could be more pleasant; you’re not the only person suffering in the world. You have a job, at least. Even if you hate it.”

”I’m so sorry Miss I’m here to save the world, I’ll tell the girls up front to work faster because you asked nicely.”

How…rude. The nerve of this guy. In his little office at the animal Samaritan’s, acting as though she was doing him a great disservice by offering her years of experience and knowledge to the cause. It was a good thing she’d actually went to church that morning or she’d be on a positive rampage right now. She would have already asked to speak to his supervisor and formed a well-written, extremely thought out letter of elegant complaint. But no, she’d said her Hail Marys and had confession and he wasn’t going to ruin that.

”And it’s Matt, not Matthew.”

“Right, Matt.” Lourdes chose to ignore that remark because he obviously was just a difficult man to deal with. He probably enjoyed playing beer pong and watching wrestling. That type of man. She just had to plow on. Somewhere, an angel was commending her good will and virtuous temperament. Surely. Had to be. God worked in mysterious ways. Today was just a fine example of the fact.

”Okay Miss. How do you want to do this?”

Finally. Down to business, no more time-wasting or she was just going to have to rain check on dinner and that simply would not do.

She actually began pacing the wooden floors of her apartment as she continued with the conversation, anxious for resolution and finishing the task succinctly, “I’d like to talk about the cats first. I brought some home but you can imagine how uncomfortable it is to keep them for long. You know, especially since I’d like to take in some dogs as well. So, I’d really like assistance. Should I invest in cages and leashes? Until its all taken care of?”

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 430!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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Well, apparently Gandhi had a daughter, that had moved to Vegas, and Christian was talking to her at the moment. He stared at the phone for a long moment. Oh, so he was understood and his life was not as shitty as he thought it was. No, someone understood him. The pearly gates of heaven were opening and out came a light illuminating Christian, telling him that his job was not as bad as it looked. Please, he kept hearing people moaning into his ear. How could he be pleasant with that happening every day of his pathetic life? Forget Gandhi’s daughter. The girl was obviously a psychopath that suffered from bipolarity. Yeah, that was it. Christian was once again stuck with the crazy bitch that would end up screaming into his ear how he was going to die.

Perfect… as if his life couldn’t get any worse.

Yes. Lourdes was definitely the crazy bitch of the day. Christian kept the phone against his ear, listening and having to clue of what the girl was talking about. This was seriously not the classic sex call he received, or anyone around him. What was this about cats and dogs, leashes and cages? Were they already having the sex conversation? He didn’t even know what she wanted him to answer, so he did the best thing he could, answer in his own words. ”Here’s what you can do. Now, listen carefully, it’s very important.” He made small crosses on the upper right hand corner of his notepad. Little blue lines making him smirk. ”You take all those cats to the pound. Ask whoever is in charge there how much it is to put them all to sleep. Voila, problem solved.” Christian snickered, making small cats under the crosses, putting x’s as their eyes. ”Then you can take as many dirty dogs you want into your place and take care of them. When you get bored of them, do the same thing as with the cats.”

Eight minutes…

He sighed happily and leaned back on his chair, placing his feet up on the desk, right next to Larry. ”About the leashes and cages, no need for those. Unless you’re into that kind of sex and want to buy leashes.” Shrugging, he grabbed the notepad, placing it on his lap. That was as much help as he could be with cat and dog issues. If she needed more help, well, she could call an animal shelter and ask for help to humans that gave a damn. ”Now to the real business… what are you wearing?”

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! four three zero
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! american eulogy - green day
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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”Here’s what you can do. Now, listen carefully, it’s very important.”

Compliance! Lourdes didn’t think that was ever going to happen during their exchange, given the miscommunications and constant backhanded retorts from either party. Yet, here he was, overcoming the barrier of two very different individuals. She was almost impressed by the sudden show of professionalism. Perhaps no letter of complaint was in order after all. Matt had taken charge and was now to disclose the all-important instructions. So she made no noise in response, hoping that this conveyed her attention better than any other reply.

Meanwhile, as she patiently awaited his instruction, she walked down the steps into her dining room and made her way into the kitchen so she could defrost the necessary ingredients. She was so behind! Lourdes would have to pull double-time for this dinner date to be any kind of decent.

“You take all those cats to the pound. Ask whoever is in charge there how much it is to put them all to sleep. Voila, problem solved.”

She actually stopped in her tracks, nearly slipping from the sudden inertia and her nylon-clad feet on the tile in the kitchen. Lourdes couldn’t believe her ears; this had to be some kind of sick animal-shelter worker humor. Surely. Though this was outside her comfort zone of humor and she felt her stomach take an uneasy turn. Much as she was wont to deny it, Matt was the perfect example of serial killer if she’d ever heard it. A serial killer with a waspish temperament and nice voice. The lethal nature of the combination made her nerves spike up a little more.

“You’re joking right?” She asked in a voice that spoke volumes on behalf of her incredulity. Formal complaint material, it was only right. Gripping the receiver in her right hand and using her left, (for Lourdes was left-handed) she yanked the chicken from her freezer with a violent pull. She tossed it on the counter with a loud thunk and slammed the door with vehemence. “What kind of establishment are you running? Is that even a joke?”

”Then you can take as many dirty dogs you want into your place and take care of them. When you get bored of them, do the same thing as with the cats.”

Apparently, Matt was a sick, sick man. With no empathy towards any other living creatures. In his world, there was merely Matt and whatever concerned Matt. Lourdes couldn’t fathom such selfishness. It was truly beyond her comprehension, especially in regards to poor, defenseless animals left for dead in the streets. Struggling to get a hold on her rising temper, she strode over to the dishwasher and looked for a pot. Words were difficult to come by with the face of such psychosis.

”About the leashes and cages, no need for those. Unless you’re into that kind of sex and want to buy leashes.”

Sex? Who said anything about SEX? Lourdes left that topic for Sunday sermons and confessional. She never discussed that even with her closest of friends (though she had few) and it wasn’t a subject she was interested in discussing with the next John Wayne Gacy. For all she knew, Matt was just a cover-up name for a serial-killer in the making. She’d have no part of that.

And then the doozy of a question hit her: “Now to the real business… what are you wearing?”

“Matt,” She paused, voice raising steadily with each passing second, “I want to speak to your supervisor. You seem to think it’s a good joke to waste the time of volunteers like myself. I’m trying to better the community and the animals that live in it. My sex life and what I’m wearing have nothing to do with you. At all. Please, put your supervisor on before I call the Better Business Bureau and report your MORALLY BANKRUPT ANIMAL SHELTER!”

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 630!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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To be quite honest, Christian wasn’t one to joke. No. Why? Well, for the obvious reason that, if he had wanted to make people laugh with jokes, he would have become a clown or a comedian. He liked to laugh, sure, but not to be someone else’s entertainment. So it was obvious what his answer was when Lourdes asked him if it was a joke. How could someone joke about killing stray cats? The obvious answer was that, killing them. He rolled his eyes, saving his breath, saliva, and vocal chords for a better, less stupid, question from Lourdes. The establishment Agustin ran was a very fucked up one. Okay, fine, it wasn’t that bad, only to Christian. The building was that of a regular office, a lot like The Office, except bigger and no Michael Scott to amuse everyone. Yeah, it was, surprisingly, a very good looking establishment, thank you very much. Besides, he wasn’t the one running it…

Thank you so, so, so much!

He listened to the background voices, getting a bit bored, but knowing perfectly well that, sure, his time was being wasted, but the girl’s money was too. It was enough for Christian to keep his mouth shut and wait for whatever Lourdes was doing at the moment to become less important than him and go back to what they were supposed to have been doing eight and a half minutes ago.

Nine minutes ago…

Finally, she started talking again and Christian was, surprisingly, paying attention to her words. As she talked, he felt the conversation getting weirder and weirder by the second. He slowly started moving the phone away, being able to listen to the girl’s voice as it got even louder. His supervisor was too busy counting money to take a phone call, let alone Lourdes’. The only time being wasted was Christian’s, Lourdes’ money was being wasted, but that was something else that was really not that important to him at the moment, unless she tried getting her money back. He did not care about making the community better or the dirty animals living in it. His job required him to know what Lourdes was wearing, it was part of doing a good job and leaving a satisfied customer wanting to call again. This was all too weird. He was about to shut her up, tell her to take a pill and hang up when it happened. Two words. Hit him like a car crashing against a wall.

Animal shelter…

He sat up in total shock, his voice lost for a moment until it came back in full force. No, he didn’t yell at her. Instead, Christian started laughing against the speaker. All of this time Lourdes had thought she was talking to someone in an animal shelter. No wonder she talked about cats and dogs. Finally calming down, because his neighbor was already looking at him pretty weird, Christian cleared his throat. ”Okay, here’s the deal, Lourdes.” He started scribbling in his notepad. ”One: my supervisor is a fucking bastard that would never think at least once of coming around to see how I’m working, let alone talk to you. Two: you can’t really call the Better something and something, telling them about this shelter because, and this is Three: this place is not an animal shelter.” He had spent nine minutes and a half with a girl that didn’t even wanted to call there in the first place. Well, that was amazing. Now, Lourdes was going to want her money back and Christian was going to be the one that had wasted something that belonged to him and no one was ever going to give back.

Ten minutes…

Well, better throw all of the skeletons out of the closet already. ”This is a sex line.”

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! six three five
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! time to dance - panic! at the disco
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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Lourdes would have thrown her phone across the room if it weren’t for the fact that the people at the Verizon Wireless store already disliked her a great deal for always dropping it in something and needing replacements. Instead she held onto it tightly and was forced to listen with gritted teeth as Matt laughed at her. Her jaw ached a little as she angrily took note of how funny he found all of this. Astounding, the ease of going from almost-professional to complete-ineptitude in one go. He was not only earning a formal letter of complaint, Lourdes was even going to write to the Vegas Chronicle about this.

She was that upset.

At long last, Matt had gotten his fill of humor and chuckles. He cleared his throat and she waited in fuming silence for him to continue. What good that would have done was beyond her at this point because surely, at the rate that they were going, she might as well hang up and go speak to Hannah in person. This was just one big waste of her time and her dinner company’s time as well. Nothing would be finished by the time they got there.

”Okay, here’s the deal, Lourdes.”

Her retort was out before she could stop it, “How nice of you to stop acting like a child and start speaking like an adult.”

However, Matt went on and it was as if she hadn’t spoken at all. It wouldn’t be altogether very surprising to Lourdes to imagine he was that self-absorbed as a serial-killer that he didn’t register anything not directly in association with whatever he was saying at the time.

”One: my supervisor is a fucking bastard that would never think at least once of coming around to see how I’m working, let alone talk to you. Two: you can’t really call the Better something and something, telling them about this shelter because, and this is Three: this place is not an animal shelter.”

“Matt, there is no need for the language. I would have gotten the point about your boss without the cursing,” Lourdes admonished, feeling like she was in Sunday school again and teaching five year-olds that certain words were entirely unnecessary to one’s vocabulary. But still, she listened to each word coming from the earpiece. Hoping there was a good explanation for all of this nonsense. “It’s not a shelter? No, this is the number I found in the paper. This is the Las Vegas Animal Shelter, isn’t it?”

”This is a sex line.”

Pulling the phone from her ear, Lourdes stared at it for a second. This was ridiculous. Absurd. The guy simply had to be out of his mind. He was just too lazy to do his job and…but no, her logic kicked in. It made sense certainly, as she came to think of it. And then it dawned on her.

“A phone sex line? This is a phone sex line? Like the kind that are advertised at 3AM on the public television channels? Oh…my….” Lourdes didn’t finish the exclamation because the good Lord really had no place in a conversation about phone sex. “I don’t understand. Aren’t you supposed to say something before the conversation even starts? Like, ‘Hi, my name is Dale and this is the Lonely Sex Chat Line’ ? I’m being charged for this?”

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 520!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !

[CHRISTIAN EMMETT]

I ONLY KEEP MYSELF THIS SICK IN THE HEAD
CAUSE I KNOW HOW THE WORDS GET YOU

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Teeth held a pen between them as Christian tired really hard not to start laughing again as it finally dawned over Lourdes’ head. She had obviously dialed one number wrong, or maybe the whole set of numbers. Who knew? He listened to her complaining, leaning his head back and rolling his eyes for the whole time she was talking before looking back up. ”I actually found the ad on a porn site, but that’s really not important.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head and trying really hard not to laugh again. ”But, yeah, it’s the kind that has the infomercial about people talking into a phone, then looking straight at the camera and telling whoever is watching on the other side to call for a time of fun. You had the general idea. Congratulations.” It was actually kind of disappointing to realize that, no, the people on the infomercial didn’t actually worked there. The truth was far worse than anyone’s worst nightmare. To think that Lydia, the fat chick from three desks to his right, had a very sexy voice over the phone made him feel depressed and plan his suicide every time he walked past her.

Eleven minutes…

He groaned. Seriously, did she have to scold him for not saying something he was just bored of saying and no one forced him to say? Oh wait, it was Lourdes, the superhero of stray cats and dogs. She was the one that thought that, since Christian at least had a job, he could be reprimanded of not having a fabulous mood. Of course she was going to scold him. He even wondered why it surprised him so much. ”Well, Miss, I didn’t say it because we’re not required to do so. It’s merely a suggestion, like, on how to make the calls longer. Besides, no one has ever complained before. Congratulations of being the number one caller that wants five seconds of time wasted in my proper greeting.” He cleared his throat, concentrating on his proper voice, the one he had when he had first started working there and he had slowly pushed away. ”Hello, Matt speaking. This is Sexual Fantasies Line, what is your fantasy?” Christian let out a yawn after it. Seriously, who wanted to hear that ever again? ”Happy?” He said, scoffing into the speaker as he made the multiplication in the notepad.

One… Two… Three…

Smirking, Christian kept his eyes on the notepad. It was so great that Lourdes was finally getting it. She had been fighting with him for almost twelve minutes and had been spending her money without realizing it. Laughing, he cleared his throat. ”Yes. You’re being charged for this call.” He finished the multiplication and smirked. ”It’s almost forty dollars. Congratulations Lourdes, on your next phone bill, you’ll see the name Sexual Fantasies Line, just so you know and don’t freak out.” It was just too much fun to be real. Christian was probably drooling over the notepad on the desk, sleeping since there were no calls for him to take. ”Oh. I suggest you hang up now or the amount will quickly increase. It’s $3.54 by the minute.”

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STATUS ! done
TAG ! lourdes
WORDS ! five two eight
GRAPHICS ! mine
TEMPLATE ! mine
LYRICS ! i’m like a lawyer… - fall out boy
MUSIC ! dance, dance - fall out boy
NOTES ! so excited <333 [/size]

[LOURDES CORONA]

C H A N G E E V E R Y T H I N G & Y O U A R E
DON'T LET YOURSELF DOWN

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”I actually found the ad on a porn site, but that’s really not important.”

That was a far cry from where Lourdes had found the advertisement for the animal shelter. She had been looking through the local newspaper when an ad with a pitiful orange kitten had caught her eye. It was there, at the little deli on main street, that she’d snatched up a napkin and scribbled down the number. Now, it seemed that she was off a number or two and had ended up dialing a line for satisfying perverts. Great.


“I found this number in the paper, I even wrote it down!” She exclaimed in exasperation, her little hand slamming down on the counter with as much force as she could use.
“ ‘990-818-8220.’ I mean, how could they print the wrong number in the paper? Don’t they check those things? What a disaster. All I meant to do was clean up the neighborhood a little and instead, I’m talking to some sad little man at his sad little job pleasing all the sexual deviants of Las Vegas.”

The man had the audacity to groan at her antics. As if he had something to be mad about. He wasn’t the one under false impressions, paying for said false impression and enduring the fact that they weren’t even good false impressions. Mostly, she was just paying to be inconvenienced. While Matt plead his case for not informing her properly of what exactly she’d gotten into, Lourdes began pulling out the rest of her cooking materials to distract herself from the utter fury that was bubbling up in her. She about hung up as she heard him mock her with his formal greeting and then ask, quite impudently, if she was happy.

Far from the idea of happy, let alone happy itself.


“I’m quite upset, Matthew,” She said hotly, spinning the tap water on as she went to fill up a pot. Since the gloves were off, she felt no need for any pleasantries and she was going to call him by his God-given name. Some part of her hoped a kind of sensitivity was instilled in him at this, though she sincerely doubted that.
“Actually. I’m livid at all of this.”

Money was not a problem for her. Hardly. But principle was always something worth fighting for and fight she would. Lourdes swallowed every gloating note of the voice on the phone and bit her tongue. This couldn’t be handled over the phone. She was going to have to go in person.

”Oh. I suggest you hang up now or the amount will quickly increase. It’s $3.54 by the minute.”

The tap water was brought to a halt and Lourdes was very upset that she’d have to cancel dinner. However, she couldn’t let this jerk get away with his robbing of poor citizens doing a good deed. She would just have to go in person and plead her case. Seeing Matt face to face would only help her or really, that was the best option, presently.

“I’m not going to hang up and let this stand. I’m going to ask 411 where this business of yours is located and I’m going to speak to the manager myself. I’ll be seeing you shortly, Matthew.”

With that, she hung up.

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STATUS // fin!
TAGS // christian!
WORDS // 520!
OUTFIT // here!
LYRICS // butterflies and hurricanes - muse
CREDIT //IMAGE CREDIT TO NERAUL OF CAUTION! & this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !