Russell Drew
Chess: a game of one player and too many opinions
Thu Oct 19, 2017 23:45
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"No, don't eat him. Erm, her? It?"

The small bishop, who had been trying and failing to hold its pointy hat out of Jaws' reach, seemed to give up, or at least neglect this struggle in favour of turning a blank marbled stare towards Russell.

Russell wasn't even sure whether stare was an appropriate word, since the carved chesspiece had a face but not exactly any recognizeable facial features, let alone real eyes to stare with. Still, he interpreted it as scolding and cringed appropriately, leaning back a little in his seat. "Sorry, uh, what... what pronouns do you use?"

The bishop's lack of a mouth resulted in a lack of an answer. Jaws, meanwhile, demonstrated his excessive mouth by vigorously chewing on the tip of its hat, leaving behind a thin row of scratched teeth-marks in the stone. The mouse lost interest in this soon enough. Just like the people in the shark movie of the same name, the bishop took advantage of Jaws' departure to begin cleaning itself up, wiping the slobber off its hat with stiff, scraping motions. The rigid line of pawns on the opposite end of the board wasn't so lucky. They held their line, but visibly trembled as the mouse wandered nearer.

Oh, dear.

With a quiet sigh, Russell leaned over to scoop up his mouse and set him back down on the table. Jaws would undoubtedly climb back onto the chessboard soon enough, but for now, the fifth-year could focus on his game against himself. He aimlessly fiddled with the ends of the bandana tied around his hair - for once, it wasn't knotted back in either a normal bun or a half-bun like Holland had shown him, but was rather looped in a sort of ponytail. He hadn't washed it today even though today was a Washing Day, because he'd had a headache when he woke up and turning on the water in the shower had echoed something awful so he had fled it before even touching the shampoo bottle. Not washing his hair regularly (ever) hadn't bothered him before, but now that he was trying to keep up a routine post-Holland fixing him, his hair just felt... kinda weird and slimy after three days of not washing it. But the bandana hid it. Hopefully.

He made it through three moves (white pawn making space for his poor nibbled-on bishop, black knight jumping over its own pawn blockade, bishop moving to challenge it) but then got stuck. Russell thought he'd seen an opening for the knight to get behind a white rook on a diagonal square, but the knight reared its horse and then refused to jump. "Um, I need you over there?" Never very good at giving directions to anyone, including not-entirely-inanimate objects, his order came out sounding like a question, and Russell couldn't say he was surprised when the knight skipped over in a different direction entirely. Rubbing the back of his neck, the Californian sighed again. "Okay. Sure. That's fine too, I guess. I can work with this," he muttered.

Alas at this point Jaws returned to the board, and the knight, taking its role too seriously, drew its sword. "Oh, come on!" Russell grabbed Jaws out of the way just in time as the sword came down... Well, okay, across. Across was the word for it. The knight literally flung the sword, as if aiming to impale Jaws; the small marble sword in turn landing on the table, slid off, and bumped into someone's foot. Realizing that he was no longer alone in this corner of the Rec Center, Russell blushed and stammered out an apology. "S-sorry, I didn't know that, erm, that the chess pieces were so... murderous."

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