abstract reality [Chess]

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Art class. A lovely class. Far better than maths, sciences or anything but music (though his music teacher wouldn't know music if it was thrown in her face), and certainly better than gym. Errol carried a sketchbook with him, blank music sheets, pencil crayons, markers and all the needed supplies as she scrambled up to the top floor of Riverdale. Well, barring the attic. But that didn't count. Why the hell did a school need an attic, anyways? The bell rang before he got to the door, and he came running through, ducking the teacher's arm as she was going to close the door and coming to a seat beside a girl most would describe as a little odd. But Errol himself was a little odd, he noted, as he saw the yellow flash of the door slamming. So it all evened out.

He ignored the mention of tardiness, and swiftly pulled out the music sheets. Half-written was a symphony, and he picked it up, lost in though. Red note, orange note, blue blue green. It sounded lovely. Of course, it didn't play as red, orange, blue blue green to most people, but to Errol whose senses were blended together, it did. "Errol, Ms. Scarlett began, "Put away the music. That is for my music lessons, not art."

"Same thing, isn't it? Green, green, gold, red." Errol dismissed it, but tucked the notes away for the moment. She turned back to her teachings and Errol pulled out a picture of a cityscape. It looked abstract to the "unevolved" eye, but the seemingly random additions of strings of color were sounds. The hot-dog vendor, drawn with mediocre skill, didn't sell hot dogs, but rather tastes - he sold cheese, pomegranate, potato and raisins. The rain was every color of the rainbow, but in a softer, pastel tone. He waited for the teacher to go sit down, before glancing at the window at the sun.

Afternoon. All the better, to make conversation with the girl next to him. Errol knew full well that she could be just as moody as he could be, which was quite fine with him. She did have a nasty habit of whacking her notebook on his head, which tasted a lot like beans if she hit just right. He wasn't a huge fan of beans. He'd told her this, too.

Errol straightened his line green tie, then carefully, the brown-haired boy leaned over, peeking over her shoulder at her drawing. She was good. Very good. Almost unnaturally so, but he'd never say that. Some people in this school were just weird. And this was coming from a boy who tasted what he touched, heard what he saw and tasted the letters of the alphabet. Some people were just...different somehow. And Errol had now clue why. Different in a different way than 'exxcentix' different, or weird different. But different. He could feel it but couldn't place it. "Purdy picture." he told her, ducking back from over her shoulder and drawing in a light pink puddle on his own sheet. "Is that the one you're handing in?"

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words| 557
tagged| Chess / Cal
notes| Thread!

[Chess Reid Ibis]

Chess was pretty much always on time for class despite the fact that she was the type to pick fights. Didn't mean she skipped class and did drugs. Nope, never saw the point of them and she didn't even smoke. She'd rather do art than drugs. Besides, if she really wanted to get high she could just shut all the windows and doors before painting and end up loopy off the fumes. Seriously, there were better things to do with her time though. Like wandering around outside and taking odd pictures from up in a tree or from hanging out of one. Or even on the roof of a building. Those seemed to make interesting pictures especially if you weren't really paying attention and simply snapped pictures instead. Which was why she kept her camera on her as well as her sketchbook for just such the occassion that she felt like taking random pictures. Looking up from her drawing she saw one particular boy come in almost late. Yes, she'd swatted him with her sketchbook before and he'd commented something about it but she'd mostly ignored him. Well alright that was probably rude, but if he needed swated at with her sketchbook then obviously he wasn't being nice to begin with.

She simply rolled her eyes when the teacher commented something about tardiness and instead went back to sketching. She wasn't going to use color on most of this picture either. Just a select few spots for which it would cause a contrast against the black and white most. Which yeah, as odd as it sounded she liked most of her pictures in black and white. Why? Well, mostly because mixing paint made her irritated at times because she never made enough and then had to go back over it being that you cannot create the same exact color twice without a machine of some sort giving the exact measurement of the two primary colors and white or black. So thus she stuck to grays those it didn't matter as much because it was slightly easier to match them up. The teacher was talking again, but Chess wasn't paying particular attention to her. She didn't really need to being that it was art class and she was a reincarnated artist. If anyone knew anything about art it was her obviously. Even if it was from in the B.C. time frame.

The boy next to her was talking about colors equaling music and she wasn't sure what he was going on about, but it probably wasn't that important anyway. She noticed him pull out his rather odd art and glanced over only to be assaulted by a large array of color. Before now she didn't know there was such a thing as too much color, but obviously she'd just seen such a case. It wasn't that she didn't like color, no that wasn't the case at all being that her hair had pink in it, but more she only liked a little bit to emphasize certain aspects. It was hard to tell what was important in his drawing and what wasn't, but she had to say it kept you looking around the page while hers had an obvious focus point. Which, in this case, was the sun and the streaks of orange, red, and yellow that signified beams of light going to the opposite corner of the page while the rest of the meadow was in black and white. The flowers, the grass, the tree, the sky, and even the clouds were all shades of white, gray and black. She liked it and the spots where the beams of sun ended had a splash of color as well. Was definitely interesting, and she'd taken a picture similar to it not long ago. Only there was one black and white picture and one in color. Obviously she couldn't do this without the help of a photo editing software or to draw it out herself and thus chose to do the drawing. Besides, she wasn't as good with complicated photo editing compared to freehand.

Chess tucked a blond and pink strand behind her ear and then noticed that the boy was leaning over her shoulder. Well, if he wanted to look at her drawing then he could she supposed being that he was sitting next to her and she'd looked at his. It seemed her drawing was just about done at this point too so thus she'd be able to turn it in soon. Hearing his statement she turned to look at him as he ducked back from her shoulder and put a light pink puddle on his own drawing. The question was easy enough to answer though. Yes, is that the one you're handing in? she asked in return with a slight gesture towards his own drawing. Well if he was going to make decent conversation then she'd certainly be nice. If he needed bopped again though then she would. Maybe she'd even doodle a picture of him sometime. Or maybe she'd try and catch him off guard and take a weird photo of him. Both certainly seemed fun to do.

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words: 892
tag: Dante/ Errol
note: yey thread~

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Errol was looking down at his page when he felt eyes, and he looked over, at Chess, who was studying his picture. He liked color, what could he say? As long as it wasn't neon. Neon colors pissed him off. They were loud and obnoxious. He wanted people to hear neon colors and actually realize them for the evil they truly were! As for the rest of the colors, they were fine. Except yellow, for the most part. Yellow and 'c'. Too bright. Pissed him right off.

He returned the favour and peeking over, at all the blacks, whites and greys of his friend's stuff. Sheesh. That was one quiet drawing, but everyone had a different style. There was no denying she could draw much, much better than he ever could. Freaky good. Freaky good, but whatever. He scribbled in a puddle of pink, then switched pencil crays to draw in a ribbon from a street musician in the same color as the pink in her hair. Color, color everywhere. Just as the world was...pity most humans didn't get the picture. Literally. In response to her question, he nodded. "Yep. Why, dun like the color?" He said, looking up at the back of the teacher. He snuck out a sheet of music and scribbled it in, not caring it was in pink pencil crayon. They were still the right colors in his mind, utensil regardless. Whoever ended up playing the tuba could damn well deal with pink notes. He didn't care, so long as they played it as he wanted.

He peeked up at her picture again, wondering what, exactly, was the meaning behind it. "What's with the monotone, Monopoly?" He asked, playing on her name a little...or a lot. I mean, come on. With a name like Chess, how could he not? He'd probably call her checkers at some point or another, but Monopoly was much more more like popcorn it was better. That and it went well with 'monotone' in sound. Besides...what kind of name was Chess? He liked it's uniqueness, but he had to wonder how the hell her parents had come up with a name like Chess. He'd never asked, to avoid being rude, but that did not mean he wouldn't bug her. "You're not feeling very happy t'day or something? Does the paper taste funny?" He knew the second bit she'd call garbage, but whatever. He sometimes threw that out just to either amuse or tease people. Or because he felt like it. Errol liked to march to his own drummer...no, screw that, he marched to his own frickin' marching band.

He looked back down and went on scribbling notes, humming nonchalantly. Errol... The teacher turned around and frowned. Errol quickly but them on Chess's stuff grinning innocently (or at least, as best he could) until she shook her head and turned away. He then retrieved his precious music, and swapped the color of the pencil crayon from pink to green.

"Soo, Checkers," Errol made a lazy scribble on another piece of paper. "How's life been treating you?" He sketched out a checkerboard in green, then looked back ta his cityscape. "What do you think I should add, monotone Monopoly?" Maybe he ought to take a page out of her book, and add in some more greys and blacks. Unable to focus for long, what with drawings anyhow, he glanced about the class, noting that the two of them had a table to themselves. Oh, the joys being a little out of the ordinary brought you. Space to sprawl.

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words| 651
tagged| Chess / Cal
notes| Monopoly, Checkers, Chess, it's all the same thing. XD

[Chess Reid Ibis]

Chess wasn't sure why he liked that much color, but then again she wasn't sure why she didn't like that much color. So thus it was probably the same with him. Or maybe he did know why he liked large amounts of color. Though she had to say they weren't bright colors. She did prefer neon ones to normal ones, but it just didn't fit with most of her pictures or on the wall. Seeing as neon walls would get annoying fast. Would probably reflect the light in your room and make you go ow or something when you walked in. Or maybe that was just hot pink and lime green. Hm, either way she was fine with some neon colors, just so long as it wasn't major overkill. Then again, apparently she didn't like less bright colors in massive amounts either, so maybe she just didn't like color that much. Or maybe it had something to do with her reincarnation. They obviously didn't have neon colors back then and thus maybe she took something from that?

Seemed their two pictures contrasted quite a bit considering hers was mostly black and white while his was mostly colors. Ah well, to each their own she supposed. It was just too busy for her to have that much color in a picture. Sure she could color a picture in if she wanted and have no issue with it, but his definitely wasn't your average coloring job and thus it was a little too active for her. Hearing his statement she shrugged a bit. I guess I just prefer to only add a little color to emphasize certain things rather than to just color the whole thing. I think it would look a little boring just colored in. she noted simply. It wouldn't be interesting in the colors that the picture was taken. Then he was scribbling on his music again seeing as the teacher wasn't paying attention. It wasn't as if he was the only one doing other work when the teacher wasn't watching. Many students found this to be more of a blow off class anyway so they did other things in it. Though she did too, but that was usually because she finished early rather than she thought it was a blow off class. Quite the opposite really being that it was one of her favorite classes. Then again, maybe she was biased being reincarnated from an artist and all. Probably considerably helped her grade in the class too, but she wasn't going to comment on that. Some people were just naturally good and thus it wasn't too odd that a teenager was a pretty decent artist. Thus, she continued without much notice that she wasn't just herself. Or, at least, if anyone noticed they didn't say anything.

Hearing him call her monopoly she glared at him a bit before rolling her eyes. It's for contrast against the colored spots I put in. she said simply. It was so the rays of the sun and what they were hitting would stand out more. If she'd simply colored the background she would have somehow had to make those rays just brighter so they caught your attention, but she hadn't wanted to do that because she figured it might be color overload and thus just done the background in black and white. Everyone picked on her for her name, so it was really no surprise Errol did too. Though he did seem to be nicer to her than he was to other people. Which she found a little odd, but she wasn't going to question it. It was his choice she supposed after all. The next statement made her roll her eyes. I don't eat paper, and I feel fine. Though school sucks per usual. she noted simply with a shrug. Well it was true, high school was such a drag, and she had two full years of it left. Well, if she didn't get kicked out or drop out before then. She probably wouldn't drop out, and she'd at least attempt not to get kicked out again. She'd play that one more by year though instead of simply saying she wouldn't. It mostly depended on how many assholes decided to pick on her in this school.

She chuckled lightly when the teacher called his name and frowned at him. Whoops, seemed he got caught again. He really wasn't good at hiding it, or maybe he just didn't feel like it. Though it seemed he was going to drop his music on her stuff and she just blinked at it until he took it back away. Well, obviously she had turned back around again then. Honesty, you'd think she would learn to just watch them all class so they don't do other homework or just other work in general. Which students did both obviously though most kept their work books on their laps and keep the sheet they were writing on under their project so it was a little less obvious as to what they were doing. Honestly though she didn't think Errol cared if the teacher caught him, or maybe he just liked the attention. Either way he was making no attempt to hide what he was doing apparently. Oh well, that was his choice and not hers.

Though then he called her checkers and she hissed lightly at him. Must he call her other board games? That was probably a yes actually. The question though she looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. Other than those that choose to make fun of my name mildly irritating me...fine. she noted simply. That would probably be his last warning then. As he called her monotone Monopoly again she bopped him on the head with her sketchbook, seeing as the teacher still had her back to them, and looked at the picture. How about a pidgeon? or construction. or maybe a hobo? she noted simply with a light shrug. She'd been to a city before and all you could ever hear was construction, and there were pidgeons everywhere. Large groups of them even. Could probably run up and pounce one if you really wanted. Probably what the hobos did actually. Made sense to her anyway. She noted him looking around the room and looked herself. Well they had the table to themselves, but that was mostly because they were odd. Which, they were, so she had no issue with it. More space for her then.

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words: 1130
note: I've improved the art of B.S. since we last rped XD
tag: Dante~/ Oddball Errol

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Errol liked his color. Now, whether or not he got a decent mark for accurately portraying the world, he didn't know. They were like cave people, sometimes. Couldn't see the obvious. Chess, eh, she was unevolved, but she was a good artist and seemed to take his moments better than most people. She passed whatever he had decided made her a friend. "You just don't know good color when you see it." Errol decided, sounding smug. He knew it was a lie. He didn't care. Did he ever? Uh...no. "My picture is not boring. It's exactly how the world was meant to be seen, if I was better at drawing." His buildings were a bit off-kilter, his people's heads a bit too big, same with their hands. He didn't know what else to do with it, though, she he went back to his music. Always his music. Some people said they lived for music, but not like Errol did. He lived to write music. To tell music. Hell, if he could be music, he'd leave his human body in a heartbeat.

Errol grinned quite happily at her when she glared, wondering what other board games he could possibly call her. Life? Candy Land...yeah that one sounded like some sort of strip club name, he'd avoid that. Clue? Tic Tac Toe? Pop Up Pirate..no, wait, that one wasn't a board game. How about Poker, or Solitaire? Card games could work... "Yeah, yeah, sure Pictionary. Admit it, you like colors. You're tying to be all monotone but you like 'emmmmmmmmmmmm." Pictionary. Colors. Drawings. Art Class. Aha he cracked himself up sometimes! He was grinning as he leant back on his chair, lifting it on it's back to legs as he rested his feet on the bar that hung down by the tables. Why those tables had bars in front, he didn't know. But they were handy.

When she rolled her eyes, Errol rolled his brown ones in return. "How many times do I have to tell you, Cranium," He really was on a roll with board games and putting them in a funny context today. "You don't have to eat paper to taste it. You just need to touch it." Some things he tasted on sight, but most things he had to touch or say to taste. Or he could put it in his mouth, but that was the mundane way, not to mention didn't always give the same taste. That and you couldn't taste a name. For example, "Ibis" tasted like pomegranate, but a little more bitter. And brighter. "And when does school not suck, anyways?" He asked, rummaging through a beat-up binder for a new sheet of music paper. He scribbled down a whole new set of notes, leaving the other ones undone for now. He'd get to it. He always did. Or if he didn't, it wasn't worth wasting his time, anyways. Kind of like school work, only schoolwork didn't have even the slightest possibility of a record deal, something Errol had full intentions of. He knew the market of classical music was almost zilch, but like with most things, he didn't care. He'd do what he wanted and thus far, none of it had been illegal. So hah.

He only ginned, somewhere between a charming smile and an annoying one as Chess warned him to stop messing with her name. As if he would listen. He didn't do it to her all the time, today he was just on a roll with the name-calling. Unfortunately, that made him get hit over the head with the book. The taste of beans filled his mouth and he coughed. "Fu-" The teacher turned around - not soon enough to see what Chess did, but he trailed off and had to switch his words. "Funny, you are. Ha-ha, tastes terrible." Despite this, she still gave him help on the picture, and he shrugged. A hobo? Maybe, but he liked the idea of pigeons.

"Maybe a whole pigeon herd. And then I could draw bird poop, just to gross someone out." He picked up a pencil, not a colored one this time, and began to draw a bird...and it didn't look right. It had a beat and a wing and it just didn't look sensible. "For the love of God. How do you draw a bird, anyhow?"

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words| 821
tagged| Chess / Cal
notes| You have, but I haven't. xP

[Chess Reid Ibis]

Chess was definitely odd, but Errol was possibly even more odd. How that was possible she wasn't sure, but obviously he seemed to be pulling it off. Oh well, she supposed people were allowed to be more strange than she was. Though that didn't mean she was always going to be friends with them. Heck she wasn't even sure she could consider Errol a friend. He was sort of a friend and sort of an annoyance. She didn't think combining those words would work very well either. Being that it would sound just plain weird. The statement made her hiss at him. Just because you're color happy doesn't mean everyone is. she noted simply with a roll of her eyes. The next statement though made her giggle slightly. True it was a tad off but hey it was better than some. At least he didn't draw stick figures or something. That would have been just sad. Funny, but kind of sad. Though now he was going back to his music again. Obviously it was something that was more his thing. So he obviously had some artistic talent it was just that drawing wasn't particularly his thing. Which was fine because she wasn't particularly musical.

Seemed her glare got a happy smile which did not make her happy. He should definitely be fearing a black eye at this point. Though she was pretty sure the teacher would notice that. Hard to miss someone who you've been yelling at all period suddenly gaining a black eye. Not to mention she was pretty sure the rest of the students in the room would at least say something about it. Did he really just call her pictionary? That was such a corny pun she had to face palm. Really?.....I don't hate colors, but I don't like a ton of it either. she noted simply with a roll of her eyes. She was tempted to kick him, but it seemed his feet were up and at a rather inconvenient kicking angle. She'd probably just hit her knee off the desk if she tried. Which was obviously no fun. She'd done it once or twice before and thus knew from experience that it was not exactly a pleasant feeling. Thus she'd kick him if he put his feet back down on the ground.

Seemed Errol was rolling his eyes back at her and she growled lightly at the next name change. She was obviously not amused by it so he should definitely be expecting to be swatted at multiple times. Then he said you didn't have to eat paper to taste it just had to touch it. When my brain was made they didn't cross it's wires to taste what I touch. she noted simply. Well, it was true obviously he had a few wires crossed if that happened to him. Some sort of condition or something obviously. She looked up at the teacher and noted that she was glancing back every few moments. Well that certainly made it difficult to bop him now didn't it? Which he definitely needed bopped for calling her all kinds of names. The question made her shrug. Never. she responded simply. Well, it was the truth after all and thus it was a decent answer. Now it seemed he was working on some other music being that it was obvious he was scribbling down notes. Just a different set from before. That definitely qualified as multitasking she had to say. She yawned slightly and looked up at the clock. How much time until school ended anyway? She wished it would come sooner. Sure it was already afternoon, but how much longer until they could leave? Seemed that it was at least an hour as she looked at the clock. Bah, she didn't want to be here for at least another hour. Would rather not be here at all actually. She idly wondered what they would do if she decided to just walk out.

Then of course he had to go and grin in a way that it was halfway between charming and annoying. Mostly annoying though, and thus he got a lovely swat on the head with her sketchbook. She grinned as she noted the teacher turned around just as she had finished and he had started to swear at her. Which of course meant he had to call her funny instead. Good, maybe that would teach him to mess with her. After all next of course he would be getting a smack from her hand instead. She doubted that would be as quiet, but it may be worth it. She could always lie and say he said something inappropriate. After all, the girl could play innocent if she really wanted to. It wasn't hard, and she pouted until she was believed. There were advantages to being a bit cute she supposed. His statement made her raise an eyebrow. You...are an odd duck. she noted and shook her head. At least she had helped him slightly. Then of course he didn't know how to draw a bird and she had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Have you never seen a bird? she asked with a grin. She then pulled out a marker and drew a simple one on his hand. There, you have a bird, and some weird mutant sewer creature. she noted eying the thing that was supposed to be a bird on his paper.


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words: 960
note: he's going to be bruised often XD
tag: Dante~/ Oddball Errol

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Errol didn't have a lot of friends. It wasn't a sad statement, either. He was just choosy about friends and indiscriminate about people he picked on or hated. It was how he rolled. But Chess, for however much he might tee her off, he would call one of those few friends. He really would, but he wouldn't probably ever directly tell her so. That was just the way it was, and he just had to hope she knew it. "Okay, fine, but you still don't know color." Errol conceded, letting the subject drop. Her and her hissing. What was she, a cat? A pink-haired cat? That would be new, very new. Naw, she was just annoyed, so he'd let it go. No need to push too far, right?

So instead the oddball teen went with calling her pictionary and grinning at her glare and all sorts of silly things like that, which would piss her off somewhat, but he sat by her many an art class- she should know by now what went on with him. The pun was so bad she actually face palmed, and Errol began to laugh like mad. Her reaction was priceless to him, and he only just managed to hold in his laughter enough to hear what she had to say, before starting all over again. "All right, all right, whatever you say. I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it's just the face palming..." He laughed. That simple motion of hers had put Errol into such an honestly good mood it was uncontainable just now - and he said girls were emotional!

Leaning back and laughing turned out to be a bad combination. He tipped over, leaning flat on his back at the teacher spun around again to find Errol in hysterics on the floor, with assorted music sheets and a picture beside him. She couldn't contain the look of a mix of confusion and amusement on her face, which thankfully the boy on the floor didn't see, or he'd have laughed even harder, before he finally got the composure to get back up and continue with what he started, after causing a mild scene. Not in a good enough mood not to call her Cranuim, but in a good enough mood not to make some snappy evolution comment at Chess, who mentioned the weird way his brain had ended up wired. Besides, sometimes it was a pain, to taste things you touched - or see thunder and hear lightning. Those nights could leave him curled up and shaking from the sensory overload. It was unpleasant at those moments. To say the least. "Then let me taste it for you." He reached over and lightly ran his fingertips on her paper, careful not to smudge or else wise damage anything. "Nope, neutral." Not everything had an extra bit attached to it, after all, especially when it came to trying to taste things without inserting them into his mouth, which was something he was just not going to do with a painting.

He just simple nodded when she said school never not sucked, which was quite simply true. He had no use for school. Maybe elementary school. And middle school, he supposed, because those taught you basic things you needed, after all. Like how to multiply, or read or write or things that just needed to be learned. But high school? Not so much. Neither was getting hit. He ignored her calling him an odd suck, because frankly, he knew that, and concentrated on drawing the bird...to great failure.

Thankfully, Chess came to the rescue, and drew a bird on his hand. Errol studied it intently for a moment, then looked back over at her. "Thanks, Chess." Thar. He used her real name, and he laughed at the sewer creature comment. "A sewer creature in the sky?" He asked, as he carefully drew in a bird, mimicking what she'd drawn almost to every stroke of his pencil, "And you call me an odd duck."

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words| 720
tagged| Chess / Cal

[Chess Reid Ibis]

Chess found Errol to definitely be odd, but she didn't mind him usually. Sometimes though he really irritated her being that he liked to change her name to other games. Wasn't her fault her parents picked a weird as hell name so why should she be picked on for it? Ah well, guess it was just a happening of life or something. Hearing his statement of her not knowing color she rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to tell him she was an artist reincarnated and thus obviously knew a little something about color, but whatever. She'd let it go so she could avoid being locked up in the loony bin. Being that it was probably where she was going to end up if she started talking about such things. Honestly she was surprised she hadn't ended up there already, but that was due to her being careful to some extent. Which she had to say would be a pain in the ass to keep up her entire life. Ah well, no need to mention things that far in the past anyway unless she became a historian or something, which was boring and thus she probably wouldn't.

Calling her pictionary was just too much for her to handle and thus she just had to face palm at it. He was getting too much amusement out of her glaring at him though so she'd probably have to try something else. Hearing him laugh like mad though she had to raise an eyebrow. He was on something, that had to be it. Nobody else was that odd without being on something at least. Though if he wasn't then he was weirder than she was and she was reincarnated so obviously that was saying something if he was more weird. Then he said he was laughing at the face palming and she just shook her head at him. You...are a fruit loop. she noted simply continuing to shake her head at him. He was something else that was for sure. Though she wasn't exactly sure what it was that he was. Just, was something other than normal. Being that no normal person would act like such a loon.

Then he fell off his chair, and Chess just lost it. Especially so when the teacher turned around to probably yell at them. She burst into hysterics when she saw the look on the teacher's face. That, was definitely massive amounts of priceless. She reached in her bag and snapped a quick picture while the teacher was focusing on Errol so she could draw that later. After all such an amusing expression should not go to waste. After a few minutes of laughing she noted that Errol was getting back up and she gathered a few sheets of music to put on the desk still giggling about the incident. Though that was done when he called her another game. Bah, she was definitely going to swat him again. Currently though she was trying not to giggle and be mad at him instead, but it wasn't working well. Then he offered to taste it for her and she watched to make sure he didn't smudge anything. If he did she might just have to swat him, but it seemed he didn't and shrugged when he said it was neutral. Doesn't surprise me. she noted simply.

He obviously agreed with her statement of school never not sucking and that was good because otherwise she'd have to blink at him like he was on drugs. Who actually liked school? Weird people was who. Obviously there were a few out there, and usually Chess was not a fan of them. Rather boring people she found because they never did anything that most consider fun. The majority definitely didn't find studying fun, and sometimes she didn't even bother to study. She passed well enough on memory so it just worked most of the time. Anyway she looked back over to watch Errol attempt to draw a bird. Though it seemed he ignored her comment on calling him an odd duck. She didn't care, she ignored most of his name calling so he should be able to ignore hers. Was only fair wasn't it? She certainly thought this to be true and thus would go by that. Besides, at least she hadn't punched him yet, and he should be very glad for that. Seeing as she had punched people for less and thus given them bruises. Nope, all he got was a bop on the head with a sketch book, which to him tasted like beans which he didn't like. So it was it's own special little punishment other than giving him a black eye.

She did help him though and drew a bird on his hand. Hey, couldn't say she was doing his project for him if she just doodled a sketch on the back of his hand. Which she wasn't sure whether the teacher would have tried to suggest that or not if she had turned around to Chess drawing a bird on his project. This time he even used her real name when he thanked her. That was a plus she had to say. You're welcome. she stated simply. His next comment made her grin. Then of course he implied that she was an odd duck. It obviously mutated in the sewers then flew out. she said simply as if it was the obvious explanation.

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words: 950
note: confused teacher is confused.
tag: Dante~/ Oddball Errol

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Errol was quite used to being called things. Most people said he was on narcotics or something, given that he was seeing and hearing things (even tasting them) when to the ordinary neanderthal, there was nothing there. He was used to it. His parents found it weird, even. The fact Chess tolerated it was good, and somewhat rare. Now, he was just an ass, so he wasn't so very nice to her most of the time. But right now, he was just laughing. Laughing and laughing and laughing. He heard her join him, and wondered what the poor teacher thought. Little did he know that the teacher was actually a former queen of England, and was thinking to herself that this was quite typical for a Scott. Errol had always lived in America, but his parents and older brothers had not always been the same. Honestly now, did you really think 'Errol Thom Murdock' was in any way a name the name of a long-line American family?

"We're just awesome like that." The teen decided, once the two of them had recovered. He watched her pick up some of his music and he reached down to gather some of it up as well. Errol was never without something to write music on. Ever. Not since he learned to write the stuff. It was an outlet. A way into the mundane world, to show them what he saw, whether or not they liked it or even cared. Which was what he was doing, feeling up her picture. But alas, nothing. She seemed to think so, too. She wasn't surprised or anything. He shrugged. "If I skim my fingers over pool water, it tastes like play-doh." He said, as though this was totally typical. But it had to be pool water. Treated pool water. it didn't work on any other sort of water. He had no idea. Probably had something to do with the chlorine? But that wasn't at all relevant, and he had better things to think about. Like actually drawing a bird.

Errol looked up from his picture, grinning and nodded. "Of course it flew up. How could I have been so dumb?" Smile aside, he was speaking as though this were perfectly rational in every way. "However, I'm going to have to remove it, because the city bylaw clearly states that mutated sewer creatures must be relocated to their true habitat of Los Angeles, not here." He pulled out his eraser and set about "relocating" the mutant sewer creature, before it ate the bird or caused him to flunk art class. Moreso the latter. "Unless you'd like me to relocate it on your drawing, but I doubt that one." She'd kill him if he tried, pure and simple. She'd kill anyone who touched her drawings with intent to modify them, and he couldn't blame her for that. "You know what, when we get to the sculpture unit, I'm going to make a giant mutant sewer creature. Just because I can." Art was art, and some disgusting mass of fired clay would be a hell of a lot of fun to make. "It would be fun. I'd make it have a crown and wings, too..."

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words| 604
tagged| Chess / Cal
notes| This came out pitifully short compared to yours. xP