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Zack Fair (herosheart) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-09-01 20:43:00

Entry tags:

!log, linda carter, zack fair

Who: Zack Fair and OPEN
When: Friday morning
Where: A sidewalk somewhere in the city
What: Zack should never be left to his own devices.
Rating: Safe for all ages.
Status: Open, in progress

Angeal hadn't called Zack fair a puppy without good reason. The elder SOLDIER would have shaken his head at the sight his young former pupil made out on the sidewalk. Zack had showered that morning, and his hair was soaked, but already sticking out in every direction as it was wont to do. Zack himself wasn't helping the picture, striding down the sidewalk with a big grin on his face and a genial "hello" for anyone who passed by and met his eyes. It happened a lot, actually, people meeting his eyes. None of them looked too startled, so he felt fairly confident none of them were properly noticing, in the bright morning light, that his eyes weren't just bluer than normal, but actually glowed.

This morning, Zack was on his way to the home of a widow who'd hired him for a few odd jobs not long after his arrival in New York. Although he'd been meaning to move in and start work with Cloud for a few weeks now, he hadn't gotten around to it just yet. He'd gotten caught up in helping out some of the families that had hired him early on, and hadn't yet found a chance to tell them he was going to be starting a new job. He'd also been exhausted his time at the Welcome Center, and rather than crash at Cloud's place when he wasn't going to be contributing to Cloud's business, he'd found a room nearby that he could rent on a weekly basis.

No more, though, he told himself as he headed to his next job. He was done doing odd jobs and living with strangers after this week. He'd give Cloud a call and let him know he was ready to move in. He just wanted to be sure Mrs. Sheffield had run out of work for him to do in her yard. She really shouldn't be out putting up a fence with her arthritis, and Zack knew he'd have one heck of a time convincing her of that if he left her employ before building that fence himself.

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roomontheright
2011-09-05 01:34 am UTC (link)

Sometimes, the patients had a long and interesting story. Stories that brought Linda into nice areas like this one where they'd ask her if she could look at a relative who for one or another, couldn't go to the hospital. Linda rarely approved of their lying, but when all was said and done, she had sworn an oath. And she would always do her job.

She never charged these kinds of patients, but there were always thank you presents and cash pressed tighly into her hand as they showed her door. This money she would use for supplies. Most of it she would put away on the bank. She still dreamed of opening that medical center...
As she walked down the sidewalk, Linda remembered another patient of hers in the same street. She could drop by, see how his leg was doing. As she was taking her notebook out of her purse, a couple of lollipops fell and rolled away in the pavement. By the time she had caught and kneeling to pick them up, the candy had landed at the feet of a young dark haired man on the same sidewalk.

"Sorry," she said, trying to catch the lollipops to put back where they belonged. Until the nearest child got ahold of them anyway. She looked up and smiled apologetically.

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herosheart
2011-09-05 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Zack spotted the candies a second before the woman did, and crouched down to help her retrieve them, offering a friendly smile as he picked one up and held it out. "It's okay," he assured her. "We all have our off days, yeah?"

He wondered why she was walking around with candy in her purse, since his first impression of her wasn't of someone given to a sweet tooth, but then again, first impressions could be wrong. Zack's certainly were some of the time. He wanted to think the best of people, and that could occasionally lead to misreading the situation. He didn't think there would be too much trouble of that kind here, though. It wasn't as though the city were run by a giant, evil power company like Midgar back home.

"Is that all of them?" he asked, glancing around to see if he could spot any other wayward treats.

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