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[darkforcerising]

Who: Aankin and OPEN (plus a part for Obi-Wan)
What: Anakin is at the park, playing chess
When: Saturday, today
Where: The park
Rating/Warnings: Probably low, maybe swearing

It was Saturday, the day was crisp, but sunny, which was really the best you could hope for in New York in the middle of winter.

Anakin had the rest of the day to do as he pleased and he had too much on his mind to spend the day in his apartment. He loaded up his backpack with snacks, his phone (which was his music), his chess set, he threw on hat and a glove (the one hand didn’t need it), his coat, and then grabbed a bus to his favorite park.

He found an empty table – the table and the benches were made out of cement and the tabletop had white and black cement squares inlaid to make a chess board.

Anakin pulled the battered, wooden box out of his backpack and started setting up the metal pieces. He put the black pieces on his side, to be generous to whoever decided to play with him.



For Obi-Wan
Around early afternoon, Anakin sent Obi-Wan some texts:

>> at the park
>> want to take* about memories

He was curious if Obi-Wan was going through the same thing he was – the memory repeating over and over ad nauseam until it felt like it was burned more firmly in his brain than any memory he’d gained naturally over the years. He was sure he wasn’t alone but just wanted to check.


*OOC: unintentional typo, but let's go with it.

Comments

[howkickassiam]

"Even on a day like this, huh?" York asked, sitting down across from Anakin. The two had played a time or two before, and recently York had become aware that Anakin was also among the Different. This gave York some grounds to be informal with him, he figures.

The bench is cold; York shivers a bit and rubs his hands together.

[darkforcerising]

"It's sunny," Anakin pointed his gloved finger to the sky. "That makes it perfectly fine for a game. Or..." Anakin offered and alternative, "you could just say I won and buy me a rootbeer?"