The eighth square at last!

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The chessboard hills
When: Monday, June 26, all day
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Tweedledee and Tweedledum have agreed to have a battle
The Story:

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[urnewkingbitch]

Around the middle of the hot and heavy game of realistic chess is when Dave goes over to the refreshments stand, a break from one piece after another getting taken. He has never been a fan of chess, less so in Skaia, and now? Chess has hit rock bottom so hard it broke into a million pieces scattered into the four winds. The blond just takes a moment to chill out and compose his thoughts. Damn does he hate this game.

switcherooooooo

[deadshuffle]

Jade's mirror had gone to get a drink as well. Although she slightly regretted leaving her Dave alone. The poor kid is probably tripping over everyone. No, he is. There is no "probably" with him. With a sip of her lemonade she starts to walk away, until she passes by Dave and stops.

And stares.

Switch your partners, do-si-do. It's a square dance all up in here.

[urnewkingbitch]

He feels a stare from someone, and turns to see who it is. If it's someone he doesn't know, he simply ignores them. However, it looks like Jade, so he raises a hand and makes a small nod to acknowledge her presence before watching the crowd again. Still, it makes him wonder why Jade of all people is staring at him.

pffft

[deadshuffle]

Jade saunters over to him. With her free hand she latches on to his shoulder and turns him toward her. The next thing she does is something unthinkable.

She takes his shades.

[urnewkingbitch]

What the--

Dave grabs her wrist out of reflex.

"Jade, what the hell are you doin'," he says in his signature deadpan way.

[deadshuffle]

She frowns and drops her lemonade (she can always get another one. You will be missed sour-goodness) and uses her other hand to go for his sunglasses.

[urnewkingbitch]

And the other hand let's go of the cup to grab onto Jade's other wrist. Fuck the lemonade, his shades are much more important.

"No, really, why are you tryin' to kidnap my shades?"

[deadshuffle]

She struggles a little. God this was harder than she thought! He really doesn't want those shades off. Instead of answering she stomps on his foot hoping that will make him let her go.

[urnewkingbitch]

Other than a faint grimace, he doesn't let go or show his pain. Shit, this girl really wants his shades, doesn't she? "Give up" is not in the Strider dictionary, especially when certain accessories are threatened.

[deadshuffle]

She will never give up either. Never ever. Since the inflicting pain thing doesn't seem to work she goes back to staring at him silently. Stare Stare Stare Stare.

[urnewkingbitch]

Do you think you can win a staring contest with a guy with sunglasses?

Bring it on.

[deadshuffle]

Yes.

Yes she can. Who will be the first to break? Not her.

[urnewkingbitch]

Definitely not Dave. He's chiller than ice.

[deadshuffle]

Guess who doesn't care? If you guessed Jade then you are correct.

Maybe if he looks at her closely enough he will notice the small differences between her and the actual Jade.

[urnewkingbitch]

He's certainly starting to notice that she's more tired than the Jade he knows. The sign of a girl who has trouble sleeping. So, she's an insomniac, and real Jade is narcoleptic. Fitting.

[deadshuffle]

Tired of this bullshit, yes. Although she is still not giving up.

"You should take a picture. It'll last longer and will be less creepy then just looking at me." Rude Dave, rude. Staring at a lady.