Hearts of Irony

The area around Cochise High School is a quiet, sleepy place, composed almost entirely of small-to-medium-sized houses, with a couple apartment buildings on the far edges. The architecture of the area has a rustic feel to it, featuring lots of stucco and pastel colors, and many of the houses are extremely similar in floor plan due to being largely designed by one architect during a period of growth in the city, lending the area a feeling of sameness. The neighborhood exudes a friendly atmosphere between its twists and turns and tree-lined streets, and indeed the people in the area are known for their hospitality and welcoming nature to those around them, helping their neighbors out whenever necessary.

Hearts of Irony

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July 30th, 2016, 7:57 pm #1

((Alessio Rigano continued from Not My Tempo))

Wait no. It was not a great idea to move the bishop there. If Maxim did the right move now, Alessio would be screwed.

Please, let him not notice his mistake. Please let him not notice his mistake. Please let him think that it was a smart move. Please let him just worry about the bishop and not notice his mistake.

While Al waited for the move of the German, he viewed to the ground, to spectate the, luckily unopened plastic water bottle that was lying on the ground. He picked up the bottle to place it back on the table, just to pick it up again to place it on a closet to protect it from being knocked out again.

Staring back at the computer screen, he awaited Maxim's next move. Please let him not notice the mistake. Fall for it.
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July 30th, 2016, 11:54 pm #2

((Maxim Kehlenbrink continued from Wasserweber))

Maxim reached for the bowl of chips placed next to his PC's monitor, grabbing a handful, then crammed them into his mouth, all while not taking his eyes off the virtual chessboard. A bit too salty for his taste. Too much salt, too little else, made for a stale mix. Maybe getting some yoghurt from the kitchen would help, as soon as he had made his next move. Yes, that did sound like a good idea.

It was still Alessio's turn, the guy certainly did take his time. He regretted not having insisted on setting up timers for each turn, make the game a little more fast-paced. Too late for that now, but it didn't matter that much, really. This way, he would have plenty of time to get his yoghurt, at least, no time pressure or anything of the sort.

There, finally, his opponent made his move. Huh. That had certainly not been what Maxim had expected. Moving the bishop almost seemed kind of unnecessary, he couldn't think of any way that it would benefit Al. Maybe he just ran out of ideas? His opponent's situation wasn't exactly looking bright, could be that he was simply panicking. Poor guy. Hard to not feel at least a little bad for him, especially since he himself had been so eagerly pushing for the two of them to play some checkers.

Even so, he was still not having too much fun. Chess was probably just not his game, too straight forward, lacking narrative et cetera. Had hoped that his disposition towards it would change at least somewhat, after playing it for a bit, but no. He was still rather bored, though that did not mean he would start to go easy on Al, no. His friend had picked it, now he was going to suffer the consequences, no room for mercy. Well, that sure sounded a tad harsh, but honestly, he was feeling slightly miffed, though he couldn't blame Alessio for it. He could have protested when his pal had proposed to play chess and he didn't. Least he could do was winning the satisfaction of...well, winning. And so he would, it all looked like that was going to be the case.

Now it was time for him to find a suitable response: Board hadn't changed much, Al's king was still mostly safe behind his wall of pawns. Good thing he had taken both of his knights already though, those ones could be real pests, if used correctly. How, he would show his friend soon enough. Could move his own bishop in order to threaten the black rook over there, or-

Ja, holla. Couldn't believe it had taken him so long to notice, but the bishop Al had just moved was now standing completely in the open, on a silver platter. All it would take was a quick diagonal swoop with his queen.

"I feel kind of bad doing this, but..you were a bit unobservant just now, weren't you?" A word and a blow. Yet another of Al's pieces lay slain to his own feet. Maxim couldn't help but smile a little, just a little bit. "I'll go fetch something from the kitchen real quick, be right back. Take your time with your next move." He could have added 'Wouldn't want to lose another one of your pieces like that, would you?' He didn't really consider it though, bordered far too much on asshole territory. Not a place he was willing to cross over to.

Wiping some crumbs off his lip and taking off his headset with his other hand, Maxim got up from his chair, eager to get his hands on some strawberry yoghurt.
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Maxim Kehlenbrink ---- Memories 1-2--- Present 1- 2-3-4-5 --- Sadie Hawkins Dance 1

Aiden Slattery ---- Present: 1-2-3-4-5--- Sadies 1-2--- Memories 1 - 2

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July 31st, 2016, 10:46 pm #3

"Okay, see you."

Dang it. Maxim was observant. Alessio was going to lose.

Al concluded that Maxim was good at chess. Maybe he was as good as Alvaro. The times he battled against him in the café, Al mostly lost. Alvaro would have also seen Al's mistake. That was a dumb mistake. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

And he was going to lose. But, maybe he can do something smart. He watched each piece of the board. What was the best move?

This time, he thought about the consequences the move would have. Then he dragged the chess piece with his mouse.

Oh w-

No, everything was alright. No threat, no threat.

And now Alessio even had the time to calm down, as he waited for Maxim's return. The clock showed 3:47 PM. Hm, how time passes once you have fun. He stood up to take the water bottle again and drink a sip out of it. There was not much he could do while waiting. He could do something else, but that'd be rude towards the flaxen-haired boy. So he waited.
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July 31st, 2016, 11:38 pm #4

Maxim considered speeding up his walking pace, even outright jogging to the kitchen. But no, that notion was ridiculous, no need to hurry, none at all. Alessio would need at least a minute or so to make his move, he was sure of it. Besides, the sooner the game was over, the higher the chance of Al insisting they play another round would get. Definitely not what he had in mind. Not because of Al, of course, the guy was entertaining enough. Checkers wasn't though and never would be, end of story.

He trotted down the stairs to the house's main floor, careful not to step on that one creaky spot again. Hated the sound of someone stepping on it, almost as bad as nails on a chalk board, just completely unpleasant. How many times had he asked his dad to fix it now? Should have been easy enough for him, being a craftsman and all. Apparently though, he was simply too busy to be able to take care of it. Right. Never heard that excuse before, he might have as well admitted to forgetting about it over and over. Yes, he was his dad, Maxim should have been grateful and all, but still. There was no fool like an old fool.

Entering the kitchen, his gaze immediately wandered towards the Mickey Mouse themed clock hanging above the fridge. About time he got rid of that monstrosity as well. Reminded him far too much of their old place in Oldenburg.
Time was passing fast though. About ten more minutes till 4 am, when had they even started? He couldn't remember, but it had to have been...at least twenty minutes or so, right? Maybe Alessio still knew, he could ask him once he got back. If he even cared to.

A minute filled with pleasant anticipation later, he was sitting back in his beloved desk chair, yoghurt in front of him, putting his headset back on. "Back. Did you move? Wish there was some sort of indication by the game, showing which piece was moved where or something like that. Have to rely on memory, which isn't exactly - ach, never mind, I'm seeing it now."

Not the worst move to make. Certainly an improvement over the one before. Still, didn't look like it was going to help Al much in the long run. Pretty safe to say he had him, only a matter of time now. Dipping a single potato chip into the yoghurt, Maxim moved his cursor over his queen and made it move towards the white frontline.

"By the way, how long are we playing now? Think I lost track of the time. Definitely feels longer than our usual matches though, but that might just be me."
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Maxim Kehlenbrink ---- Memories 1-2--- Present 1- 2-3-4-5 --- Sadie Hawkins Dance 1

Aiden Slattery ---- Present: 1-2-3-4-5--- Sadies 1-2--- Memories 1 - 2

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July 31st, 2016, 11:56 pm #5

Maxim returned with not only yoghurt, but also lots of questions.

"You." Oh, Al was interrupted by the German as he started rambling. "Ther-", Alessio tried to explain how one can see the changes, but Maxim interrupted him yet again. Maxim had a weird accent. The 'ach' sounded so weird. But at least he knew the move now.

When Maxim asked how much time had passed, Alessio replied with a simple, flat: "Uh, I have no clue."

Oh, he was muted. He always was muted. Because being muted meant being save, being muted meant not bothering the other person with besides noise. He unmuted himself.

"I have no clue."

Mute.

This time the 'I have no clue' was less flat. More prepared.

Oh, the queen, the big queen. Alessio did not like when a queen was threatening something, he really did not like it. But, Maxim would not be stupid enough to let him lose his queen, so Alessio moved his rook to protect his site from the dangerous queen.
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August 1st, 2016, 12:48 am #6

Well, so much for getting an useful answer. He could have filled a warehouse with all the clues Alessio didn't have. Sort of mean, but as long as he wasn't saying it out loud, there'd be no harm done.

He dipped another chip into the creamy strawberry-flavored mass before him to devour it a second later. Much better, much much better than having to eat the chips alone. He would have to tell his dad to not buy those again, something more spicy the next time. Some with curry, maybe. Had to be some curry-flavored chips sold somewhere, for sure. Not his biggest worry at the moment, though. The bigger problem was that Alessio was beginning to make an admirable job of defending his king's realm, showing more foresight now, moving much faster too. Maybe he had been premature in silently celebrating his victory.

No, he still had this. Just stalling, that was all this was, his opponent was lacking ways to strike back. Couldn't win just by holing oneself up, certainly not.

Seemed almost strange to him that he was getting that invested. His occasional matches with Al were usually little more than tolerable distractions at best, depending on his mood. Right now though, he really didn't feel like even considering the possibility of losing to his friend. Maybe it was due to his current crankiness, caused by having to play chess in the first place. Almost seemed like a paradox.

Either way, he had to carefully consider his next move. His queen was now being threatened by the white rook, a bold move. He had expected Al to be less aggressive - well, less passively aggressive, in any case. Hole himself up some more, maybe move a pawn, but not his rook. On the other hand, maybe this meant he'd get more careless, impaired in his judgment. Had to make use of that, somehow.

"Good one, have to admit." Give his opponent a little praise, coax him into thinking he was on the winning track. There was no real opening to stage some sort of ambush, but he could create one, with a little patience. Maxim ordered his queen back.

"Your turn."
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Maxim Kehlenbrink ---- Memories 1-2--- Present 1- 2-3-4-5 --- Sadie Hawkins Dance 1

Aiden Slattery ---- Present: 1-2-3-4-5--- Sadies 1-2--- Memories 1 - 2

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August 1st, 2016, 3:06 pm #7

Hm, there are so many possibilities. So many.

What should he do now? Alessio looked at the clock. He wanted to finish this game, it was not really fun. Timeconsuming, stressful, but not really fun.

Alessio made his next move without really thinking too much, intuition. He sacrificed something, awaiting a sacrificing chain. Perhaps, then he could break through Maxim's wall to take out the powerful pieces. The queen backed up, so that's a good thing.

Julius was meanwhile lurking under the blanket of Alessio's bed and the italian boy turned his back to watch the rather hyperactive Julius.

Hm, maybe he should pet Julius while he gives Maxim time to think. And so, Alessio was scratched in the hand. No blood though, just a white stripe that was on his hand.
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August 1st, 2016, 3:51 pm #8

Well, it seemed like Alessio hadn't learned after all. Maxim was all too happy to add yet another hastily wasted white piece to his queen's kill list. That said, the little excitement he had just felt as of the prospect of Al shaping up to be a more sizable opponent had vanished almost immediately.

Apparently, that move before had just been luck then, seeing as his friend had followed it up with a turn like that. Well, on the plus side, the sooner he'd win, the sooner they were able to play something different, granted Maxim would even be in the mood to play something at that point. If he was being honest, he'd have much rather continued his Morrowind campaign. Nothing against Alessio, really, but if he was going to propose playing together, he could have at least had the courtesy to choose something they could both enjoy.

Maybe that was the problem though. He probably had never made it clear to his friend that he was not enjoying their clashes of checkers too much, so only had himself to blame, really. Then again, he did not truly want to reveal how he felt, didn't want to risk inconveniencing Al in any way. Though enough of that grim outlook, he had to concentrate.

Yet another careless move by Alessio. Jesus, was he even paying attention at this point? He was almost tempted to make some sort of remark, but he was able to hold back. Maybe Al had just accepted defeat, wanted to get it over with quickly. Maybe that was the case. Which would be to their mutual benefit, so all was fine. Just had to take another one of the pawns and then all that was left was...

No, wait. Now he had made a mistake, acted too quickly. Not only that, but there was now a gaping hole in his own frontline. Had Alessio actually expected this to happen? There was no way, no way he had been fooled that easily, been caught in a trap like an overconfident rabbit. Goddamn.

"Well, I have to give you kudos on that one. Can't say I saw it coming."

Maxim crushed a single chip in his fist, suddenly beginning to feel a rising anxiety within. Yes, as a matter of fact, it looked like the tables had turned. Or were about to turn, at least. He could still work with that though, turn the situation around the other way again. Just had to focus a little more now, all that it took. He'd still win, eventually.




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Maxim Kehlenbrink ---- Memories 1-2--- Present 1- 2-3-4-5 --- Sadie Hawkins Dance 1

Aiden Slattery ---- Present: 1-2-3-4-5--- Sadies 1-2--- Memories 1 - 2

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August 1st, 2016, 5:35 pm #9

Unmute.

"Checkmate."

Mute.

That was satisfying. Finally, after much time had passed, Alessio managed to win the match. It really was a relief. Now the thinking hell is over. It was probably not as satisfying as winning against Alvaro, since Alvaro is really, really good at chess. But Maxim seemed to be a very smart guy, so that made Alessio feel better about his own smartness.

He looked back at Julius. Julius seemed to have calmed down while the two of them played, as he slept on the bed right now. Still, Alessio did not want to pet him again, especially as he was a sleeping Julius.

"So, wh-"

Unmute, "So what now?", mute. Alessio wondered what they would do now. If they should stop the skype call? Or, play another game? Or another chess match? No, if Maxim suggested to do a revanche, Al would decline. Chess is too time consuming. Besides, Al knew he was going to lose his next match.
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August 1st, 2016, 7:20 pm #10

Maxim's hand reached out to the bowl once more, hoping to find solace in something as simple as an overly salty snack. He found that fate had denied him even that, the bowl was now empty, safe for a carpet of crumbs littered on its bottom. For a split second, he felt like tossing the thing away, punish it for failing him in his hour of need. He had to restrain himself though, he knew that. Chewing his lip, he reached for the yoghurt instead, using his index finger wipe up a bit of the remaining content, then stuck it into his mouth. Sweet, but not sweet enough to combat that bitterness that had just arisen.

He looked at the time that was displayed on the right of his task bar. Ten past three, hadn't even taken fifteen minutes for Alessio to completely annihilate him, ever since that weaselly move he pulled. That wasn't right, it didn't feel right. He had lost to Al before, sure, but usually, those defeats had been due to his own lack of interest or by him not being at his best, mentally. This time, it felt so much more...wrong, simply wrong, yes. Just not fair.

Worst of all, he felt like he had wasted his time double now. Wasted it by playing chess itself and then lost on top of it. Double waste indeed. Gottverdammt.

"Well, I suppose I have to congratulate you. Might have been our longest match yet."

He wasn't going to admit how he felt, of course he wasn't. That would only feed the other guy's satisfaction, make him appear even weaker than he already looked. Fine, whatever. It was how it was, best to simply move on, forget about this.

'What next?' Was that a hint of mockery in Al's voice? Almost sounded like it, like he was casually saying 'That was easy, what now?' Or maybe he was just imagining things. Didn't really fit Al to get cocky, wasn't in his character at all. But who knew, maybe he just discovered a new side of himself? Unlikely, but possible. After all, how well did he know Alessio, really? They were friends, yes, but what did that mean, wasn't like they had signed a contract, revealed their true nature to each other. Yes, maybe Al was being cocky. He'd ignore his question, for now.

"You have to admit though, you got lucky that one time, yes. That one move with your bishop, got lucky that I didn't pay attention. Might have went down completely different otherwise.
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Maxim Kehlenbrink ---- Memories 1-2--- Present 1- 2-3-4-5 --- Sadie Hawkins Dance 1

Aiden Slattery ---- Present: 1-2-3-4-5--- Sadies 1-2--- Memories 1 - 2

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