Power Surge

Sergio "Surge" Rodriguez Age: 30 Professional Boxer Olympian Father

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nichelleyoung​:

‘Every Saturday forever’ made Nichelle’s brows raise high on her forehead. “Wow… so what happens if you’re not there?” she asked, jogging alongside of him. But at the suggestion of a quick race, Nichelle looked ahead to where the next checkpoint was identified and smirked, answering Surge, “On your mark… get set…”

“Passive aggression, family drama, and a lot of nonsense that I don’t want to deal with,” Surge said, not wanting to even get into the drama that was both times he went to the Olympics and he constantly heard about how he was putting his job above his family (because heaven forbid they be proud of him in the Olympics), but it was easier not to get into that.  “Go,” Surge said, as he broke into a job, not really wanting to go full pace.

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nichelleyoung​:

Nichelle’s eyes widened slightly, “Shit, man. And you have that many people to be around on a regular?” She shook her head, unable to imagine that for herself. “Wanna see if we can sprint past that swarm to get to the next checkpoint? You’re nice company, but I could use a water.”

“Rodriguez family dinner. Every Saturday. Forever.” Surge said, sounding almost exhausted by it, which was exhausting considering that he had to go straight from the run to his parents’ for it. Even though he’d rather not go at all with how things currently were with his dad.  “But yeah, I can race you if you want,” he chuckled.

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nichelleyoung​:

Nichelle smiled a bit while listening to him. She looked ahead at the swarm of people a little ways ahead of them, “Yeah same here. It looks like a hot mess up there.” The top of her head just reached his shoulders but Nichelle was used to looking up at most people she was talking to, whether it was from behind the lens of her camera or making casual conversation. “Wait your family’s that big?” she asked, gesturing to the large group slow jogging in thongs, boxers, cheekies and briefs.

“Bigger when you count all my in-law and nieces and nephews,” Surge shrugged, sometimes forgetting that it was strange to have as big of a family as he did, “I mean when all of us get together there’s 27 of us.”

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sherinasante​:

“The doctors?” Sherin looked over to where the bulk of her colleagues were stretching and conversing–smack talk, she was sure–and then considered who would win. “Well, with that lot, I’d say it’ll either be one of the Moore spouses, or Dr. Aguilar. She likes participating in marathons so I think she’ll give the couple a run for their money. No pun intended.”

“Yeah marathons are insane, even with working out every day I don’t think I’d want to do one,” Surge admitted, “But yeah, I could see Dr. Aguilar winning then, just because of the amount of training that goes into it.”

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nichelleyoung​:

“Surrrre,” Nichelle playfully replied and winked to let him know she was only teasing. But at the mention of a big group, she looked over her shoulder and then turned forward again, slowing just a little to fall in step beside him. “Okay, okay, fair enough. And good looking out with that group by the way.”

“Thanks, the last thing that I want is to get tangled up in that, plus I think they all know each other,” Surge chuckled, “And I already have to deal with that many people on a daily basis with my family.”

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sherinasante​:

“A lot of them are, yeah. The ones who aren’t on duty this morning anyway. They’ve decided to start some sort of betting pool, and I honestly cannot say I’m surprised by it. Especially with the Moore’s here.”

“I’ll take your word on that, I haven’t really worked with them them any,” Surge admitted, “But sounds interesting. Any idea who you think is going to win that?”

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sherinasante​:

“It might be for some people though. Depending on if the cause is personal to them or not. Or if being able to complete a five-k is a significant accomplishment for them,” Sherin argued with a shrug of her shoulders, twisting the lid off of her water bottle to take a drink. “Or in the case of my colleagues, it’s an excuse to be competitive.”

“I guess,” Surge shrugged, though even if it was a big goal, it still seemed like treating it like a marathon was a bit of a stress, “Oh are the doctors all here too?”

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nichelleyoung​:

Even though Nichelle was currently jog a portion of the run, she turned around, still taking nimble strides and jokingly taunted, “C’mon slow poke! Let’s get to the next check point–water’s awaiting us!”

“I’m not slow, I’m pacing myself,” Surge said, giving her a look, “Plus I’m trying to avoid that big group up there.”

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Surge thought the underwear run was stupid. While the raising money part was cool, he didn’t see the point of running around in your underwear. Or how seriously everyone seemed to be taking it. But with everything going on with his hand recovery, having an excuse to actually run and get some of his pent up anger (at himself...at his father...at the world) out without actually harming himself more. Sitting on a bench eating the burrito that had been shoved at him by his sister when he dropped of Pilar to babysit, he watched everyone getting ready.  “They know this isn’t like...serious, right?” he asked, judging the amount of people who seemed to think of this as something anywhere near a marathon, “Like a 5k is nothing special.”

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Surge’s Outfit for the SF Underwear Run 

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nichelleyoung​:

“How old is she?” Nichelle asked, nodding to the little girl in his arms. She gave a short but throaty giggle, “Amen to that. Although I’m pretty sure she won’t have to worry about Chuck E. Cheese too much longer. I recently read that the company’s pretty deep in debt. Something tells me that no amount of makeovers to the rat will stop kids of pissing in the ball pits. Go figure.”

“She’s two,” Surge said, smiling at the sleeping girl, “Aren’t most businesses in that kind of debt though? Like I thought Toys R Us was supposed to close and it still seems to manage to pop up sometimes.”

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reagan-montgomery​:

Reagan raised an eyebrow at his words. “The last time?” Even without being a doctor, Reagan knew that wasn’t a good thing. “No concussion, thankfully. Just scatterbrained.”

“I’m a boxer. Get hit in the head a lot, just comes with the territory,” Surge shrugged like it was normal, “And that’s probably better. What is it that you were working on?”

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nichelleyoung​:

“Aw, poor kid. I can’t even remember the last time I set foot in a Chuck E. Cheese but I’m pretty sure it would do better without the costumed mouse. I mean no one needs that. Just let them enjoy the games and pizza.”

“Yeah, it’s insanely stupid,” Surge agreed, “Though she’s too young for most of the games, so Pilar was just trying to eat her weight in pizza. Which I can’t really blame her for, pizza’s good.”

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reagan-montgomery​:

“Not usually….” Reagan sighed. If the positions were reversed, she’d judge herself too.  Not that she wanted to admit it. “My brain seems to be set in a combination of Monday and Friday mode today.”

“Ah, sounds like the last time I had a concussion,” Surge nodded, almost wincing in sympathy though he doubted that she was in that situation, “I’ve been there. It sucks.”

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nichelleyoung​:

“The Chuck E. Cheese sign?” Nichelle furrowed her brows but jutted her lip out in a sympathetic pout to the toddler sleeping against his shoulder. “What happened there?”

“Cousin’s birthday party. Every hour they have the stupid person in a rat costume come out and hand out extra coins to the kids, and it freaked her out,” Surge admitted, “Now she sees the sign and thinks we’re going to see it.”

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Surge was late for his appointment, which was clearly due to the multiple bags of food that he was currently carrying - and clearly did not want to be carrying. Especially one handed. And really he should have saw it coming when he asked his sister to babysit, and yet here he was with more food than he knew what to do it. Than any normal person would know what to do with. “So my sister decided to give me like 100 burritos for no good reason,” he said to the first person who seemed to look official, “Is there anyone that I can give these to? Or like a break room or something?”

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drpipereller​:

“What?” She frowned instantly at the implication that she might be in some way not…okay. The brunette lived her life in a state of stress, worry, anxiety, you get the drift and therefore it had become the new norm. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” Looking down at his broken hand pointedly. 

“You just seemed kinda distracted,” Surge shrugged, noticing that she was staring at the hand splint, “And by the way, it’s a recovering work injury, it’s fine. Since you were staring at it.”