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Who: Lloyd Irving and "Richard Locke"
What: Two guys who are totally not father and son run into each other. Almost literally.
Where: A semi-busy street in Locke City
When: July 17

Lloyd had been busy enjoying the fact that he was on summer break. He had checked that weird number a few weeks ago, but it just seemed like a really random forum for just Locke City. Except you could also use it on your phone. He really hadn't seen much point to check it since then. There was too much "no school" going on anyway.

Today, Lloyd was going out to get something to eat. That was why he now had a couple new comic books and a video game he forgot was coming out. But he was getting a bit short on cash now. And he was really getting hungry for some reason. Very bad combination for a teenager.

Just then, a gleam caught his eye from the street. Lloyd stopped walking so he could investigate. He had to move his head around so the shine could catch his eye again. It almost looked like...

"Hey, it's a quarter!" Lloyd grinned. That should be enough for him to go a size up on his meal! After quickly glancing from side to side to get an idea of the traffic made a bee line for it, since he definitely didn't want anyone else picking it up before him. And it wasn't that far into the street...

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Back in Locke City and with memories returned, one Richard Locke had been caught up in far too much busy work lately. Between checking up on the network and catching up with work, the only time left to relax was either on the can or whenever sleeping managed to happen (with the amount of paperwork to do, it happened fairly late the past few days). Honestly, why so much paperwork and backup paperwork was necessary was beyond him. The fact that most no one on the force can actually read his handwriting made it all the more pointless. It had to be done, he supposed.

Today, Richard decided, was going to be a day more for himself than anything. Paperwork had been mostly caught up on, with today being a day off to boot, and nothing new was occurring with the network. Perhaps later on he would curl up with a good book or treat himself to a finer restaurant in town, but right now, the choice of entertainment was something new: riding around on his new motorcycle.

Mid-life crisis or not, the motorcycle had gotten bought and now was being put to good use. It felt pretty amazing, a sensation unlike anything one could get by riding in a car. Maybe feeling the wind through his hair was out due to helmet, but it didn't make it any less enjoyable.

The enjoyment came to an abrupt end after one particular stop light turned green. Maybe Richard's intent had been to go a bit over the speed limit after turning, but sheer luck had him decide not to.

Right after he turned, while in the midst of speeding up a tad but still in the legal zone, some dumb kid ran out into the street directly in his path. Richard's eyes widen and a curse comes out rather loudly. How dumb was this kid to jump out like this!? Rather than dwelling on that, applying the brakes received priority.

Fortunately for Lloyd, even he couldn't be so intent on getting that shiny quarter to not notice the motorcycle out of the corner of his eye that totally came out of nowhere and was mere feet from him as he stepped into the street.

"Shit!"

Paralyzing panic set in for just an instant, followed by him attempting to jump backwards. It didn't work quite the way he wanted, and though he did avoid getting run over by this guy, Lloyd lost his balance and hit the curb hard with his butt. He cringed for a few seconds before frowning at the now stopped motorcycle which would have dinged him at best had he not moved out of the way.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

Fast reflexes were truly a godsend. The brakes did their job almost perfectly. Seeing as they wouldn't fully kick in on time, Richard swerved around the kid just as they jumped back. Disaster avoided. Narrowly. A deep sigh escapes Richard as he hops off the bike and starts towards the boy on the ground. Of all the ways for this day to have become more exciting... No one died, but this scare was one he could've done without.

The helmet comes off right as he speaks up. "Are you alright?" A few quick shakes of his head and all the hair falls into its proper place (speaking of hair, dying it tonight would be a good idea). Now then, time to get a good look at the kid. As soon as Richard's eyes turn downward and fall on the kid, a strange memory flashes through his mind. The memory even involves this same kid, the same kid being a complete moron.

Lloyd tried to catch his breath as the adrenaline rush began to slowly subside. He looked up in anger at the completely reckless driver.

Any response is delayed by an odd memory popping in his head. Or was it a memory? It involved this same guy who Lloyd didn't really recognize wearing really weird clothes. It was almost like remember something he saw on TV but without the black square around it. Whatever the case, the guy was being a major jerk then, too. That didn't improve his mood any.

"I don't know, I just fell! I could've been really hurt if you weren't being as careful as you were which wasn't much in the first place!"

The memory seemed accurate in its representation of the boy, a fact which gained a sour look from Richard. Dealing with someone this irksome was only going to end with a migraine, he knew it. Said irksome individual throwing accusations of carelessness only solidified that thought. If nothing else, at least this bad attitude meant the kid was fine. Some good coming out of the bad, right? "You had been the one venturing into the middle of the road."

Wait, why had he even been in the middle of the road to begin with? Richard frowned at him. Whatever the answer was going to be, somehow it felt as though it would only annoy him more. Please allow the answer to be a good one or, if bad, to hold some apology to it. "Why had you even done so in the first place?"

Just from that memory/daydream/whatever it was, Lloyd could tell this was not going to go well. But he was going to stick up for himself in a situation like this! "I looked both ways! You weren't there before! And there was some money in the street and...!"

Speaking of, what did happen to that quarter? He starts scanning the pavement to see if it was still there or if it had been knocked away by this guy's careless driving.

Searching for money? That response received a very flat lineface in return. To say it had not been a good reply was an understatement. People do stupid things for money, but going straight into traffic had to be one of the dumbest.

"Your reason for carelessly venturing out into the road was searching for some money?" It had better have been a hundred. Even a fifty would be somewhat excusable. Anything less and Richard will officially have to agree with that memory's opinion of this kid.

"Well I need lunch and I'm pretty short on cash right now! And there was a quarter somewhere around here!" Any college kid could tell you how precious quarters were. Even to a high schooler they're fairly important. Hence Lloyd's desire to get to it before anyone else could pick it up. Or apparently knock it away with a motorcycle. Dammit.

Quarter mean little when you're a season, decently ranking cop. That was why that reply successfully struck a nerve. Richard frowned heavily at him, some bits of anger seeping onto his formerly calm demeanor. A quarter. A quarter? "You ran out into traffic because you had seen a quarter?"

Well, when you're an adopted teen whose dad runs a craft shop, it means a lot. Be a little compassionate, buddy, wow. "Yeah! That's pretty much the most change you can find that you can use anywhere!"

Compassion is given to those who deserve it. Idiot kids that should be HAPPY they didn't get run over because of their stupidity? Are not deserving of it. "You would not be capable of using it anywhere had your carelessness gotten you killed."

Everyone deserves some kind of compassion! Unless you're a jerk who would murder people. Which Lloyd is not. He's not so sure about this guy right now, however. "Well whose fault was that?! I wasn't the guy racing his motorcycle down the street and hiding behind cars!"

"You were, however, the idiot child jumping out from behind them." Blaming someone else for your own mistakes never sat well with Richard. He even made CERTAIN to not speed and now this brat was talking as though he was going 100. Irritating would be too kind a descriptor for this kid.

"HEY! I'm not an idiot or a child!" Just...ignore what the government says. "You're the one being a huge jerk!"

Displeasure shines through on his face at the shouting. What an unruly child. "Given the fact your shouting abilities are in tact, I'll take that as a sign of you being fine." Everything Lloyd had said got completely ignored in favor of starting towards his bike.

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I'd apologize for late here but I'm on your couch...

You should still apologize!!11!111ONE

I know I'm the worst OTL

you so are! /shuns

/sits in my corner of shame

GOOD. /MAKES YOU WATCH SHARKNADO IN THE CORNER

...I'm so glad I'M the one who knows much worse movies

.../MAKES YOU WATCH THOSE CHILD BEAUTY PAGEANT SHOWS

DDD= Nooooooooo

MWAHAHAAH I KNOW MY TORTURE

SOBBING FOREVER

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