Post by Aurora Lebrun on Jul 29, 2009 15:48:17 GMT -6
Every other year, it was the same old thing. Wandering to find another place to live until the welcome wore off or she pissed someone else off. This place held no reassurance to be any different. It was one of those times that she wanted to just scream ~I give up!!! Just kill me!!!~
Annoyed with the current predicament, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone and phoned her bank representative. Several shrill rings passed before the chipper voice of a girl answered, Thank you for calling The London Mutual... "Shove the greeting...you know who I am, who I need, and that will be all, thank you." A startled silence ensued before a click followed as did the wretched elevator music they played to amuse themselves while refusing to answer their phones.
In the park, she guessed, assuming by the number of trees, she stared up at the slowly setting sun and blazed up the end of a cigarette, inhaling the sweet poison that only nicotine could provide. Finally, a gruff voice filled the end of the phone. Thomas Gibbons. "Account balance." Certainly Mrs.- "Call me by that vile name and I will personally get on the next flight to London and throttle you into the next stage of life." A pause. Very well Miss Lebrun. You have a lot of interest compiling, 200,000 pounds of interest exactly. On top of the 550 mil- "That is all, thank you."
With a swift suck of cigarette smoke, she held it in her lungs as she shut the phone. "To think...he was going to call me Mrs. Jameson...that ruddy prat..." she grumbled under her breath, looking again to the setting sun. It was very beautiful in this particular spot and it blazed through her locks in a feverent attempt to allow her the moment to relive the nickname many had delivered to her, "The Western Euro Flame". Wind would pick up to lift the locks in an embrace all its own.
This must have looked strange, considering she'd left with only one change of clothes that was hidden in a black leather bag that her gloved fingers clutched. A dark trench coat danced over the path in the park, jeans hugged legs and hips and barely met the hem of an emerald green halter top. "Now where the hell am I going to go?" she asked herself, more or less aloud.
Annoyed with the current predicament, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone and phoned her bank representative. Several shrill rings passed before the chipper voice of a girl answered, Thank you for calling The London Mutual... "Shove the greeting...you know who I am, who I need, and that will be all, thank you." A startled silence ensued before a click followed as did the wretched elevator music they played to amuse themselves while refusing to answer their phones.
In the park, she guessed, assuming by the number of trees, she stared up at the slowly setting sun and blazed up the end of a cigarette, inhaling the sweet poison that only nicotine could provide. Finally, a gruff voice filled the end of the phone. Thomas Gibbons. "Account balance." Certainly Mrs.- "Call me by that vile name and I will personally get on the next flight to London and throttle you into the next stage of life." A pause. Very well Miss Lebrun. You have a lot of interest compiling, 200,000 pounds of interest exactly. On top of the 550 mil- "That is all, thank you."
With a swift suck of cigarette smoke, she held it in her lungs as she shut the phone. "To think...he was going to call me Mrs. Jameson...that ruddy prat..." she grumbled under her breath, looking again to the setting sun. It was very beautiful in this particular spot and it blazed through her locks in a feverent attempt to allow her the moment to relive the nickname many had delivered to her, "The Western Euro Flame". Wind would pick up to lift the locks in an embrace all its own.
This must have looked strange, considering she'd left with only one change of clothes that was hidden in a black leather bag that her gloved fingers clutched. A dark trench coat danced over the path in the park, jeans hugged legs and hips and barely met the hem of an emerald green halter top. "Now where the hell am I going to go?" she asked herself, more or less aloud.