Bobby Finstock (lacrosse_coach) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2021-01-24 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, !match-up, bobby finstock (lacrosse_coach), ~2021 january, ~~zari tarazi (z_nation) |
Who: Bobby and Zari
What: Match up Run In
Where: Streets
When: Backdated to Jan 15
Rating: low
Bobby was out for a run. Fun fact - he hated running. Even though he was a coach and he did run, he actually hated it with a passion. However, physical activity was one of the ways you helped yourself get through addiction and considering how long he had been staring at the wine in the store window this morning, it was definitely time for a run.
Dressed in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, he planned to jog towards the woods in the hope that none of his students would see him. He hadn’t quite made it three blocks when a car zoomed past and splashed him with slush. He was covered and he came to an abrupt stop. Turning, he shouted after the car that was practically long gone now. “Real nice!”
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Zari wasn't much of a runner at all. She was out and about for an entirely different reason. She was still so new here, and so she was checking out some of what this town had to offer. She was pleased to find a place that sold the green juice she was into. She thought it might have been too trendy for this town. She was wrong apparently.
A speeding car was not a surprise. Some things were just universal. Rude drivers were always going to be a thing.
She cringed as she watched the slush fly into the guy in front of her. She was also relieved she had not been at the receiving end of it. "Ew! What an asshole, am I right?"
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He grabbed some of the slush and flung it onto the sidewalk with an 'ew' expression. He looked up and over at the girl who spoke. He didn't recognize her, so probably not one of his students, though that didn't mean he was simply forgetting a pupil. It happened before.
"Definitely an asshole." He had to agree. "You know where this hardly ever happens? California. There's a reason why I like living where there's a drought."
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Zari considered that for a moment. "Though in California, you just get assholes sitting in gridlock traffic."
She shuddered at the thought. "The things you hear..."
Of course, she wasn't the one who had to endure all that. She always had drivers to take her places. Traffic in the future was even worse. So were the droughts.
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“Ah, gridlock. You know how you solve that? You live ridiculously close to your work and then you don’t have to care. Of course, then you live ridiculously close to your work and you always see it even when you look out your window.” He frowned at the memory. Also kids sometimes egged your house because kids could be assholes too.
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"Also, you still have to go to the grocery store or other places," Zari said, thinking about it further. "Hard to find a place where you are close to everything."
She wasn't sure that was possible in California. "I suppose that is one thing this place has going for it, huh?"
Did she just say something positive about Indiana? Yes, she did.
"I'm Zari," she said, deciding to change the subject before she praised the place even more. "I'm new here."
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“Bobby. Half new here. I guess I can’t really say that anymore now that I’ve been here for a few months, but -’ He shrugged. He didn’t think you could ever get used to a place like this completely, not when things like de-aging and zombies were involved. “Hopefully you’ve been able to avoid most of the crazy. It can get pretty intense here.”
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"I guess, in a way, we're all new here, no matter how long we've been here," Zari said, tilting her head in thought. "Especially if some new crazy thing happens. I haven't seen any of it, yet, but I've been around enough weird to know it is just around the corner."
She was not going to take anything for granted around here. And she most certainly was not going to take any chances with this dome everyone told her about.
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He supposed he had been around some crazy back home too. Finstock was the sort of person who preferred to ignore crazy as much as possible. It was hard to ignore it when you were turned into a younger idiot version of yourself, though.
“It’s only a matter of time. Trust me. This place is willing to screw over anyone and everyone.” Did he sound bitter? Yeah, but also he was still covered in slush. “You don’t by chance have like, a towel on you or anything?”
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Zari couldn't ignore any of the strange things she experienced with the Waverider crew. Time travel was kind of hard to forget.
"I will try to be prepared for whatever happens," she said, reaching for her purse. "I have several handkerchiefs just for such an occasion. Not exactly a towel, but..."
She pulled one out and handed it over. "You can keep that one."
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He blinked. He wasn’t sure what a handkerchief would do or why she had one with her - maybe she was originally from that time era where women gave those things to knights or whatever. Whatever the case, he took it. “Thanks.” And then almost absentmindedly. “I’m seeing someone.” He tried to dab up the mess as best as he could.
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"And I am very single," Zari replied, bemused at his sharing of his relationship status. "And not really looking."
Not yet, at least. She was still settling into this place. She didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea of what her intentions were.
"But good for you? I'm sure you're very happy." She had no idea if that was true or not.
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He shrugged. It wasn’t a ‘no, I’m not unhappy’ shrug, but he wasn’t sure he was allowed to be happy. He sighed though when he realized the single handkerchief was not going to cut it. “I need to go home and change before I catch pneumonia and die in Indiana of all places.” He glanced to her and paused “You sure you don’t this back?” He held up the handkerchief. It was pretty wet.
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Zari glanced at the wet handkerchief dubiously. "Uh, I'm sure. Keep it, toss it, whatever. I have more."
She followed that up with a smile. "Nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you again. Ta!"
With that said, she headed in the direction of the apartments, feeling good about sorta helping. At least she tried?