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defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
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Des Moines, IA | Friday Morning
Annie loved her mom, but after two months of living on her own, having her around constantly was a little...stifling. They'd spent all day yesterday volunteering together - and of course Annie had been Starlight at the time, which was great for press but not the best for her conscience - before falling asleep in front of the first Translucent movie on the couch together. That was kind of nice, although it was less nice when Donna had prodded her daughter awake at five and sent her out to the backyard in the dark.
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
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Seriously, it was like, two more days, but this trip had been really poorly-timed. Not that she'd known how poorly-timed it'd be when she had promised to come home for Thanksgiving, but still.
speaking of skills, want to see something cool?
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Accompanied by the wide shot, taken about a half hour ago now, of a smiling Annie pushing a clearly-out-of-use sedan completely onto its front tires and up over her head.
She was slowly - slowly - coming around on the idea that Diego was not only not intimidated by her strength but...maybe actually kind of into it?
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That is awesome! I need to see this in person sometime.
It might end with them fooling around in the backseat of whatever car she lifted up after, but whatever.
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Yeah, no, not weirded out so much as still incredibly into the novelty of him finding it attractive. Kind of one of the (many) things she liked about him.
what are you up to?
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Just boring ol' boxing and running.
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Kind of a shame, since it there was an emergency or something she could probably believably say she needed to get back sooner. (Annie did not have enough of a poker face to lie at all convincingly to her mom, even if she wanted to.)
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And it made the fact that he missed her even more obvious.
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They would probably not be bored if she was there, let's be honest.
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And he only partially meant that in a dirty way!
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She also only partially meant it in the dirty way. There was also a whole lot of tinsel out there that she could be either shipping to Rey's or trying to force him to wear, after all.