Julian Alvarez (masstectonics) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-07-23 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | edith olson, julian alvarez |
Who: Eddie and Julian
What: Julian thinks it’s time for Eddie to brush up on her self-defense skills.
When: Wednesday, July 23, afternoon
Where: Julian’s bungalow in the suburbs
Rating: PG to PG-13.
Status: COMPLETE
Julian and Eddie had known each other for over a decade now. As the Alvarez siblings both became older, most friends of Frank’s would come around eventually to making Julian’s acquaintance, although whether he maintained those friendships outside of Frank’s proximity varied. Most of the time, not so much – he needed his personal space to himself sometimes, as an older sibling does, and his own tangled web of contacts from ex-Challengers and other older vigilantes gave him plenty of other avenues and opportunities to connect with others. But Eddie was different. Oh sure, they hadn’t had the smoothest introduction, back in the day. Ten years ago, Julian had still been getting his shit together, struggling with physical therapy and treatment and college, while Eddie had just been a teenager back then with… flexible definitions as to what constituted personal space. He had quickly disabused her of those ideas (Frank would have fileted him with her brain if he hadn’t), and once they had passed that roadblock, their friendship was better. But a few years later, when he regained more of his mobility, it became cemented through lessons he offered her in self-defense. Specifically, defense with weapons and knives. Their last practice had been years ago. They had discussed an idea to pick back up on some training recently, when Eddie contacted him about some legal questions regarding her mother. She had also given him a vague update that she had been attacked. No other details had been forthcoming, and Julian would never push her to give up those details… but the mystery had made him worry. And worry. Until he decided to make the offer again to help her brush up on her skills last week, and she relented. Today Julian sat outside on the patio of his one-floor bungalow, an old textbook laid out for him to study on the table while he waited for Eddie’s arrival. He was dressed in lightweight workout clothes, his leg braces clearly visible. A cooler full of ice and water bottles was set aside for them, along with a small, metal box that contained their tools. He looked up when he sensed movement on the driveway. |