Sara Lance (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} taer_alsafer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2019-04-08 21:43:00 |
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What: Sara goes to talk to Colleen about self-defense lessons
When: Todayish
Where: Colleen's dojo
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete
Sara still often thought about that afternoon at the Double Tap, where Leon and Qrow had had to help her take care of a group of creeps at the bar. Sara didn’t think of the incident with fear, or anything like that. When she thought about it, she was angry. She was angry that she couldn’t do anything more. She was angry that she didn’t know what would have happened if Leon and Qrow hadn’t been there to help.
Sara didn’t want to feel like that again. She didn’t want to have to rely on anyone else if she found herself in that situation again. Sure, her father had taught her and Laurel self-defense when they’d been in high school, and Sara had been forced to use it a few times during her travels.
But that wasn’t enough.
It was time for her to finally take matters into her own hands. She remembered talking to Colleen over the network, and how the other girl had owned her own dojo, and so that’s where Sara went now. “Hello?” she called, walking in.
Well, at least there weren’t new false reviews about her dojo. At least for now. People trying to get a response out of her to get her on video to show she was unhinged? Sure. But the abuse that took place during her training for SeaOrg made her essentially immune to those tactics.
Even so, there had been an impact on her business, which meant more fight clubs. But she had to make her money somehow.
At the moment though, she’d been in the sectioned off part of the dojo that served as her home making tea when she heard someone callout. So much for that. Coming out from the beads, she nodded to the blonde woman.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
“Hey, you’re Colleen, right?” Sara asked, smiling, and stepping forward to take her hand. “I’m Sara. We talked a couple of times on the Network. I think you mentioned there that you taught self-defense classes?”
As she was given a name, Colleen nodded and shook the offered hand, “I am. And right, I recall that. But yes, I do offer self-defense classes. There’s group and one-on-one, depending on what you’re interested in.”
“One-on-one sounds like it would give me more bang for my buck,” Sara said, grinning. “Besides, I already have the basics down. My dad was a police officer, and he wanted me to be able to defend myself if I needed. But I think I need a little more.”
That was fair and Colleen nodded. “We can do that. Do a test of sorts to see where you are and then go from there.” After all, Colleen needed to know just how to tailor her lessons to where Sara was.
“Sounds like a plan,” Sara said, grinning. There was something about the idea of finally being able to take this into her own hands that immediately made Sara feel a little bit better about everything. “When were you ready to start? I’m working two jobs right now, but I don’t think finding the time will be too hard.”
It was definitely one of the things she loved about being out of Scientology. Yes, things were a lot harder now - even without dealing with the harassment. But the fact that Colleen had actual control over her life now? It made it worthwhile.
“Whenever you are. I usually do my one-on-one classes in the mornings, except on Saturdays.” Given her group classes were students, that left the afternoons for them, and then the little kids (not that there were many) for Saturday mornings.
“I usually have Thursday and Friday mornings off,” Sara said. “I mean, it’s part-time work, so that’s not exactly set in stone.” One of the many downsides to her job as a barista. Someday soon she’d be able to stop working there and get a real job, she hoped, but that was still up in the air. Turns out being a college drop-out wasn’t great in the way of job prospects. “If you’re free either one of those days, at least. I might be able to move some things around if I’d need to do another day.”
Frankly, as far as Sara was concerned, this was more important than someone’s double espresso no-fat whip latte or whatever it was that people would be ordering that day.
“Either day works for me. And obviously if you randomly get scheduled on one of those days, we can always find a day that particular week that will work.” It was one of the nicer things about her class schedule. There were no real blocks of time where she couldn’t move things around. So having to reschedule occasionally? Not an issue.
“Great. I think this is the start to a beautiful friendship,” Sara said, shooting Colleen a wink and extending her hand for a handshake. “I can’t wait to get started. Does this Friday work for you?”
Colleen smiled some at the comment. It was always nice when the people who came to her were invested in what they were going to learn. True, that was a benefit to her teaching - it was all voluntary. But still, it was nice to hear. “Friday it is, then.”