Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Long-sleeved black sweater hugged the contours of his body, as the 19-year-old sat upon one of the chairs in the university library. His right leg was lazily resting upon his left thigh, his back resting against the seat as he held a book in his right. His left arm was stretched halfway across the table, index finger resting upon the cross of a king piece, as he rotated it around its base. One of the many pieces that was placed neatly upon a chess board located in the center of the table, upon which he sat in his lonesome. A pair of dark blue denim jeans followed the sweater, leading then to a simple pair of brown boots. His coat lay upon the back rest of his seat, acting as a cushion for his spine, as brown eyes danced over lines of text of the book he held in his hand.
It was a rather mundane day for the university student at that point of time, having pretty much completed all of his due work and finding himself with naught to do but amuse himself with the contents of the university's prestigious library. It had been a year since he had arrived here in New Paris to pursue his studies, and contrary to what he initially believed, it had not been what Alec would consider 'exciting'. He was a smart kid, and studies weren't entirely a struggle for him. It was more so the people that rather... Disappointed him. Thus far, even with the abundance of students that paced across the halls of the university, he had yet to meet anyone that piqued his curiosity, that caught his interests.
Not only in a physical and sexual manner, no, but even in terms of conversation. He had received his fair share of people approaching him, seeking to make friends, and though Alec had entertained their desires, he never found the urge to pursue further relations with said people. They were... Dull.
He sighed, as his right finger slid up the spine of the book, pad resting against the edge of the page and pushing it across. It was a novel. Nineteen Eighty-Four was the title, written by George Orwell. A rather amusing book, a great modern classic that entertained the idea of 'Negative Utopia'. Unfortunate, really, that he would find the written text to be more of an amusement than people. When, he wondered, would there ever be anyone to provide him with the excitement he sought for?
These studies... Were terribly inaccurate of the business world, No wonder all her newly made employees were so confused about HOW the real world worked. They just looked all so doe-eyed and were as confused as ever... She honestly debated that hiring somebody straight of high school was the better and wiser option. Her associates, rather board members controlling the portions of company... She didn't have time nor patience to control, all explained why most people don't work at such a young age. That and Oh yes, Degrees made a HUGE difference. Made her sick, even her own Mother felt this whole studying process was required for her to step up take complete control over the company.
She carried the textbook at her chest, right arm holding it in place, her left hand holding the phone to her ear. "Yes, I completely understand WHY a Business Degree with Communications as a minor IS so important. However I do not understand WHY the Professor thinks it is a great idea to use the program that is CLEARLY outdated by ten years! Even Fa-Even the most elder of Board members knew that! No.. I was not going to say Father! That is completely... I gotta go, library." She quickly hung up the phone face completely red, great if she wasn't careful her Mother was going to make her go to Counseling for insanity. Why was she the only one remembering her Father! Its like everyone seemed to forget the Old Diamond Man.
She gave a small growl shoving her books near by table, not even caring to disturb the man reading a book, with a chess board in front of him. The book slammed reading "Communications - your everyday business" the textbook required to any who took the course. Some of the homework requiring blogging and just absolute homework that was silly and pointless. They all knew what blogging was, no need to do such thing. She had her own site on Jewelry and complications of how to master Gemology, why did students her age have to study such.. Low level, outdated, and not at all... Required things. Why couldn't she just pay a Private school and just skip all the classes? Networking, yes that was what the board said. NETWORKING! She read the paperwork! They wanted her to find a man and get married! Like those who are here, going to be WORTH taking over the company, nutjobs!
She huffed angrily opening the book reading the First line of their next chapter, "Media has become the center of life, everyday it grows in power, as such one expanding their business should use the Social Media to express their international good. Many actors and songwriters post up their creations to catch national attention, why...." This.... Is... Worth One thousand dollars? Not that it really mattered to her, but this... basic level readings were worth one thousand dollars? Why would a university such highclass have such low class books? She forced herself to keep reading, but it was clearly from the way her face turned redder and redder shewas just getting angrier. Notes: I'm thinking maybe they both take the same Communications class, and he already did the homework. Offers his help, that she completely denies. Then the two start witty bantering from there. It is 100% up to you whether or not he heard her phone call. choice of outfit - Her Hover image, I'm too lazy to go back and add/describe the outfit.
In a place such as this, where silence was heavily emphasized, it came to no surprise that anyone talking as loud as Noel had would have her words carried across almost the entirety of the room. Alec's ears were no exception. They perked up the moment the voice reached them, and he slightly raised his chin, just enough for his brown eyes to peer about to find the source of the serenity's disturbance. There was a reason he had chosen the library over the, say, university courtyard, after all, and the last thing he needed was some pompous rich kid coming in here thinking they owned the place. What got his attention instead, though, was the topic of conversation. Business? Communications? Was it a classmate of his? He blinked, and soon enough, was able to place the interloper within sights.
A young silver-haired beauty, with the grace and step of someone who had obviously been raised in her world of the rich and powerful. Even her choice of words evidenced the guess, complaining about the outdated contents of the textbooks they had been given, in comparison to the tablets and online lessons most other courses had already transitioned into using.
Eyes followed her as she made her way to his table, and he cocked an eyebrow as she slammed her way into position. His gaze briefly darted away to catch as a few of the chess pieces fell onto their sides from the impact, though the king he held onto remained standing. The symbolism of it made him amused for a brief moment, but he would place his attention back onto the girl soon enough. Casually, he would slowly place the pieces back upright, almost inattentive in the manner of movement as his eyes jumped from his own book, to the girl.
She did not seem to be rather amused by the idea of having to read from a book, wasn't she? He chuckled softly to himself in clear amusement, shaking his head. Adjusting himself in his seat, then, he rested the spine of his book on the table, planting both feet on the floorboards. "Either the book just complimented you unexpectedly, or it just insulted you. Whatever the case, you're growing as red as a tomato," he pointed out, casual and calm in tone as he slightly tilted his head. He had seen her around before. She was one of his juniors. One year younger, if he could recall. What was her name again?
It grew worst... oh so much worst.. The worst.. Were just, a high schooler could writer better.. A..A.. did she dare say it? A public High School Student poorest of poor could write better. She was practically happy, if not really frustrated at the nosey male poking his business where it was not ASKED to be located at. She sat up straighter, flickering he hair with trained expertise to appear as if this thing wasn't disheveling her. Her amber eyes turning to the Jock, or whatever you call the dominant male figure, giving her attention casually. The very same male who seemed to be playing chess, all by his lonesome, while reading? Or perhaps he was reading the book, and chess was just too advanced for his poor intellect. Being such an emotionless baffoon, really makes the man blind, doesn't it?
With a huff she finally replied to him, "Yes, well when written material is such a low level, practically an insult to be part of such a lowerclass institute." Her eyes shifted toward him studying him closer, was he familiar? She didn't care to really observe the students she shared classes with... Especially Males... Especially normal people.. By his level of standard, it was clearly he was American and VERY CLEARLY clueless how to be high class mannerism individual. She shifted slightly pretending to read the book, instead studying him from a new angle across the book's cover and page. What was his chin? Why was it such sharp, was that an american thing? Why did he seem to be so.... Obviously misplaced.
Suddenly she stopped shutting the book, secretly finding any... ANY excuse not to look at such low level material. "Are you American? You seem awfully far from home, according to attire must be quite the higher middle class individual. Father and Mother wished for their child to receive, european experience?" She asked slightly edge of sarcasm that such a cultural place be really.. a learning experience to such Rich snob. She shifted slightly now leaning on her right wrist, her white-hair covering the wrist as she waited for his response.
He chuckled at her reply. Yeah, she was just every bit of the spoiled brat as Alec had pegged her to be. With a casual smile adorning his sharp face, Alec watched pensively as she adjusted her posture and her choice of words. A lowerclass institute? Here in St. Elbandia University? If this was a lower class institute for her, Alec definitely would have loved to see a university that could meet her expectations. "No one said you can't just find more advanced versions of the same context. There's definitely one out there, if you look hard enough. Besides, since when do universities actually follow the written material religiously?" he smirked slightly, tilting his head once more.
Eventually, the conversation would catch her attention enough for her to abandon the book, as she slammed it shut and set it down. Her eyes were now focused entirely on him, and she threw a rather curious guess on his heritage. Alec scoffed, averting his gaze briefly to allow him to nod his head to her first question. She was rather sharp too, wasn't she?
"On the contrary, I picked this for myself. Being in one place for too long can get... Mundane. Can't say New Paris have been any much of a significant improvement, though," he snapped back with equal sarcasm, his teeth bared in a grin. Now for the question that had been plaguing him ever since her arrival. Who was she? She was obviously someone who carried a great deal of influence. Or, well, perhaps she was delusional. Either way, he doubted such a strayed person would ever end up in this university. He had seen her around, yet he had never really found much interest in figuring out who she was. Now that the specimen had been placed right before him, though, he figured there would be no harm in...
Find more advanced version of same context?! Why.. yes, she hadn't thought of that, this is a high possibility. He continued about the university following material religious, and how.. uncommon it was. This making her rather, upset, not her fault this her first year in a university. It. just. She felt a rise of embarrassment and utter failure at being the perfect shining diamond her family name required to be.
When she asked her question, he averted the gaze, ahh bullzeye. Truly, it was almost too easy to spot a French Man from one.. of Lesser. Class. Then, French man now she thought of it, may just well be... Lesser than those of.. Oh forget it, not important both were Imbecile Men who were utterly controlling and ridicules in their methods of affairs. Much like useless children. She listened, halfheartedly to his words about things growing boring and mundane where he lived, and how things were exactly the same here. She rolled her eyes losing a slight interest, so pretty boy was hoping for some French entertainment? What was with the media showing French Woman all.. Sexualize and interesting? Did he hope to date a man? Change his affairs? She oddly accepted this more than him flirting two females, surely the females have more spirit than that?
Then the air about him seemed to change, almost held.. More charm? She couldn't quite explain it, she just knew. She hated it. Everything about it, made her study him a bit as he offered his name. What was his intentions here? "Noel. Noel De Masséur" She answered sternly as if answering a simpleton's social requirement, eyes shifting from the male over to his book. "New Paris... Mundane." She paused as if thinking over this, as if this was a simple obvious fact all should already know. "Your taste must be awfully poor if you'd think such a statement be passed by so quickly." She paused eyes growing more focused, more determined. "I find it highly unimpressive you'd choose our city a place of interest. Really, isn't this just tourist domain?" With this she watched him highly closely, using her Father's teachings to study a man.. Find his weakness, watch for flickering, iris changes, and much much more. Humanskin is nothing more than a man's weakness. Remove it all from yourself, less emotions showing.. The Higher rating your diamond is, hilarious Father. Coming from such a IcePredictableMan.
Noel? Noel De Masséur? That sounded familiar. Wasn't she that heiress of that conglomerate that built its empire off jewellery and all of that? Well, she really was a big fish, then, hm? Alec himself was by no means poor. His father a director, and mother an actress, even if they weren't the biggest names in Hollywood, didn't make them any less prosperous. Of course, the reason that Alec had moved here to New Paris was because he wanted to build something for himself, instead of simply... Inheriting the toils of someone else's. He would simply nod his head, though, displaying no hint of the train of thought he had just alighted from. "Pleasure to meet you... I believe, young mistress would be the proper term, wouldn't it, Lady De Masséur?" he teased, flashing a rather charming smile, throwing it up into the air completely whether he was teasing her, or he was genuine about his greeting.
He chuckled then at her snap backs. That had taken a while, though it nonetheless amused Alec by the fact that she had nonetheless bit the hook. He would nod his head in slow agreement, then,but would cut the action off as he raised his hand, a finger displayed as if to halt her. "Ah, but it's not just a tourism destination, is it?"
He would cross his arms, then, resting the flat width of his forearms over the book laid out before him. He leaned forward, then, allowing his body posture to invest more attention to both her and the conversation. Girls always did enjoy being focused on like that, and he doubted she would be any different, considering the world she had grown up in.
"Besides, I'm not here as a tourist. I came here to study the arts, and there is no other city more associated with the arts than Paris, is there? And yes, I do believe that media is a form of art as well. Or at the very least, an avenue for art to be expressed. Where else would one go to in order to obtain the most--" he paused, just enough to glance at the book that she held before her, closed and shut. "--updated knowledge of the matter."
Oh? Was that it? A complain of Young Mistress, here she was attempting to place him on equal ground. Even go so far as flash a smile as if the comment was most brilliant thing ever. Oh so original. A small eyebrow raise at his rudeness, slightly amused and annoyed by his comment. As he explained about the pleasure of greeting, she replied simply waving the comment away as if it was useless trash. One had no time for such.. useless conversation material, he gave a small chuckle at her comment about New Paris. A small setup, one he merely felt deep into, the gawping hole practically eating him alive.
A finger raised, much like a male figure to silent a female, taking leadership. correcting yet a second time, This.. She was not a small trinket to be ordered and played with, she felt a small swell of anger rise in her chest. He had absolute no authority or power over her, how dare he believed he could with such smiles and attempting charming looks. She has met many upon many suitors with flirtatious looks, and coy behavior, all endless pigs after her Father's legacy. This, creature was definitely no better.
Arms crossing, his posture shifting exposing more, eyes completely on her. That was it wasn't it? All eyes on her, always have been... Ever since her Father vanished, no... Died according to everybody. After she won, after she somehow by some unknown miracle inherited her Father's company, became head even with her brother next in line, a brother nobody knows about. She shifted her arm slightly disliking this charismatic playboy, this wanna-be leader, this everyday typical Political Young Adult Pig. Cocky confidence, be the death to hell for him.
He spoke presented the information much like a trained professional, a profession she began listing, definitely a rich prick. A cocky rich prick. Her posture changed as he mentioned about media having an art-form, eyes shifting to her book reading it... Using her past words against her, was that a pathetic attempt to swoon her? Was he playing around? As well, interest in media as a political boy, or one who raised around media.
He broke into about not just being a "tourist" that he had simply came here to study the arts, yes that media was a form. Oh? So he came here for the media lifestyle? Well, not as exquisite as gems or jewelry designs.. oh no, not even close. After all who wore such lovely things? Why powerful media figures, as though such tiny little objects meant more than their lives. She pushed his words aside, another male, another flirtatious attempt at swooning her. How Silly, how waste of effort to speak to these types. Chuckling, leaning forward, attempting to appear dominant. Flirting with such a soft chuckle, was he so cocky as to believe she'd actually fall for that? She gave a small cough hiding back a laugh at his complete idiocy and novice actions. She had been to so many political parties, showing and providing jewelry to the top salesman. Why! Even the boards-man thought she was a fool at times, they were unaware of her brilliance. Shine Clear Sharp Like a Diamond. React Cooly, like one immune to horrid manipulations.
She sat up taller attempting to overlook him, eyes narrowing just a bit. "Ahh my good man, you seem to have gotten lost and confused in your miserably failed flirtatious and manipulations. As while you were reading that book, it would seem you have grown awfully blind to the world around you. Why come to New paris, just to sit here with a book? Mundane and dull, only you have yourself to blame. Using pointless tactics of old, and blaming others for your failure." She shifted out of the chair before standing, "You waste such a euro on this school's studies, can't even take time explore the arts you proclaim wish to see in person. Cheaper I am sure in the states, sitting at a desk." She paused suddenly thinking it over, slightly moving into a trained flirtatious manner, something she was truly unaware of. "You know... As great this university is it'll never have the levels of political affairs in action, never meet the levels of being there in person" After stating all that, picking up her book, she had absolutely every intention of leaving this... Typical Political 'trained' boy pig, probably a spy to win her hand in marriage... Was tiring, these games she constantly found herself in due to her riches.
He remained ever composed at her retort. She was every bit the stereotype that Alec had perceived. Self-righteous. Spoilt. Arrogant. She had lived her entire life attended to, and her mistakes covered by her parents. Such an upbringing would undeniably bring one to believe, even if subconsciously, that they were always in the right. She was displaying just that, if she had believed that all he was doing was, well talking big. He had been here for a year, and a few times even before that for visits. He had seen all there was to see in terms of, well, art in this city. Archaeology too. It was mostly the university that had impressed him with its features, and it was one of the reasons he picked this place to continue his studies. If she had thought him to be speaking out of his ass, she was far wrong.
"You seem to think that I'm new to this city," he replied, his facial expression unfazed by her words. He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat instead. "I've been here a number of times when I was younger, and I've been studying here for a year. Wouldn't you think that's more than enough time to see all there is to see in this city? Of course, I do only mean in terms of art. As for people, well..." he averted his gaze for a moment, his teeth being bared in a sneer. "I'm still far from impressed."
Cocky? Perhaps. But to meet someone of such high upbringing and ego, one had to match up to it. Any form of submissive attitude, and Alec knew that she'd attempt to use it to walk all over him. "But hey, since you claim to know better, then educate me," his expression softened, then, as he tilted his head, allowing his cheek to rest on an erected palm, elbow propped on the table. Eyes and gaze were focused in on hers. "How is it like being there in person?"
Alec had grown up in the world of media, with his parents well deep into the industry. He had seen it, and at times, experienced it first hand. Question was, did she know that? And even bigger question, did she know how it felt?
He seemed to have an odd calm domineer about him, saying that she seemed to think he was new... When this was not at all true, this statement made her freeze in her movements, that only grew colder as he explained how often he had in fact been here, how much he had in fact seen, and that the only absolute thing to impress him was the school itself. The same school feeding useless material if you'd ask her. Though he corrected explaining, art is what impressed him... Not the people at all. Something absolute both could agree on. His teeth seemed to grow slightly more sharper, raising in the slight threat levels, as if people in France disgusted him so much.
He then continued wishing for her to yes... Prove that she absolutely knew better that show him, take the moment to be the teacher. She will present, and if it was good enough he'd receive. It was at that very moment, she was place on the spot, always placed on the spot. Singled out for her crimes, whatever she did, she absolutely had no idea. All she knew this specifically spot made her heart beat, made her cheeks turn red, and absolutely hand open attempting to analyze what to say or do next. A turning point to seel the product, or walk home with less than a couple hundred thousand in her failure.
He was from the states, probably a study abroad student, possibly one who earned his place at the school. Perhaps came here often through various selling methods, that's what lower class do right? Sell things, then immediately spend it versus expanding it to make larger profit margin. Especially those.. Americans. Unbeknownst she began to make movements toward the chairs and tables for some sort of psychological support. A reaction she knew she shouldn't be doing, definitely not be doing on a stage answering questions about her product, and its legal standards. He... Found everything boring and dull, the people... He was watching her so leaning on his elbow and cheek, studying....
She took a deep breath thinking of that odd fellow she had met earlier... The one who didn't know how to dance, she decided this male.. Was a similar case, her body slowly relaxed slowly thought of his awkwardness... His, peculiarity in comparison to those rich hags. "You stand there watching all those around... Speaking analyzing each other, each attempting to outwit one another, not caring the harm it could do to others in the long run. Pushing little things to flow this way and that, like a player holding violin to create sound and music. You can only dance along to your own rhythm dodging all those around you... Or you let it pull you in, merge with it, forget who you are... A tiring charade that goes week after week as each creative artwork attempts to out impress the other artworks... As they speak of prices, there is this pause of speech.. But once its all done, that's it the art is forgotten into a corner, or bragged about... Till another comes around to spice things up."
She felt her heart pound, unbeknownst she had closed her eyes imagining all this in front of her. Thoughts of her Father, thoughts of the illegal activities her mother had done, the artwork... Being anything from a diamond to herself, she took another small breath clearing her thoughts eyes focusing gently back on him. "People are quite a work of art. Some are Cold Sharp Diamonds, others are Fragile Pyrite." She meant to sound harsh judgemental as if this whole state was summary how she thought of people. "Are we finished here?" She asked with an edge of impatience, frustrated at this man before her. Its a waste of costs to try and change a man's opinions, they were stubborn useless and such hard headed beats of nothing.
Alec would lift his cheek from his palm, allowing his appendage to hang simply downwards, palm facing the surface of the table as he perked up, listening to her intently. It wasn't as if he needed a lesson, really. He was simply curious what she believed there was to be seen of people. Suffice to say, she certainly seemed rather experience in the adult world. He had seen it first hand, how each adult, especially in the media industry where being another person entirely in the snap of a finger was a crucial skill to have, could and would manipulate the circumstances around them to their favors to the best of their abilities. She was indeed speaking truth in her words. Either you make others dance to your tune, or adapt to the tune of others. That was the only way to get by in business, and the media industry was no different.
"You're a media student too, aren't you?" he asked, as if pushing the conversation entirely to another topic. "Odd choice for someone whose family meddles in gems, but to each their own. I do believe you are one year my junior, are you not?"
He smiled softly, then, his entire expression shifting to that of hospitality suddenly. Everything she had spoken of, he knew well enough that it was a game both of them could play. Shifting their expressions, their tones, in order to match the pace of the conversation. She had displayed quite a bit of talent for it, and it only made her sharper with the knowledge of the game that she was playing. Alas, if it wasn't for her ego, she would have certainly every single expectation Alec carried towards others, in that 'interesting people' category he had in his mind.
"I dare say, you have the eye for it, I'm sure," he chuckled, nodding his head slightly as his brown eyes wandered casually down towards the chess board. She had played her cards, and Alec had been allowed a clearer insight of how her mind worked. Spoilt and arrogant she may be, she wasn't entirely empty in that skull of hers. "And that depends. You've come to see me, at this point, as a challenge, perhaps. Would you really walk away from one?"
And as if to push his point, he lifted the king up from the chess board, and held it up in display between them. "Or is that my checkmate?"
He spoke after a pause of her waiting for his 'yes, fair the well' good bye in typical social dances. Rather, he pushed it into a new direction. Continuing it, asking if she was a media student, listing that she was from a family of gems, and was but one year under him. Her arms crossed, oh so he knew of her? And what believed he had a right to be above her, simply because he was here a full year longer? "If you must know, it wasn't my choice in this affair. Rather the board directors, pushing I needed to meet certain criteria due to my youthful age. Apparently living a quarter of lifetime isn't quite long enough for those in their late fifties, perhaps that find it amusing." She paused shifting slightly more, thinking about it, "Perhaps they want my nose in a book and out of their business." She tapped her right fingers on her left arm crossing over the information, oh... That's only part of it... It was all a little game for her to be here, the whole argument needing documents to prove, yes she was worthy of her father's legacy.
She turned her attention back to him as he spoke about having an eye for it, that is simply one way to put it. Figureheads, the lot of them. She noticed his attention turning from her toward the chess board, a small glance. One she caught, one that was fed to her even more as he mentioned of she saw him as nothing more than a challenge. She tapped fingers more in tune to beat of a christmas song thinking his words, a challenge? She thought of their whole conversation, yes in a manner of speaking... But not so much to the point she'd seek him out, was he so arrogant to believe that? Then he clearly has not been paying close attention. But while she was lost in thought, he had listed the kind, holding it up showing her speaking of checkmate. A blush, perhaps anger, flashed on her cheeks. It was not a checkmate!
She turned his whole body toward him, full attention on him and the king. "You only wish, I was merely leaving for other activities." Such a lie. She huffed a bit, "Are you wishing to play? Is that it, grown lonesome and tired with your... book and.. media arts?" She moved her right hand expressively much pointing direction of his book, her own book shifting slightly. Well.. It was this or staring at the book at her home daring it to change content. "Fine, I'll play but one game, which color do you prefer? The one you're holding?" She took the seat in front of him and the chess, repositioning to look as if this was a professional chess match. As she calmly waited for his response, and silently loathing herself for accepting a game.. To this.. Playboy. She will win, outwit him, and walk away victorious smirk.
Was that really just it? If this was some television drama series, Alec would have easily spotted the opportunity of plot development right there, with the story she gave regarding her presence here in this campus, as a media student. The board members had wanted her out of their hair, placing her here with the story of wanting her to carry documented qualifications to be able to handle the family business. They could be plotting some kind of take-over, using the time to put their pieces into position, and then attempt to steal the company right from under her nose. How unfortunate it would be if that had been the case, hm? Alas, as dramatic as it often proved to be, life was never always like how it was in television. The chances of such a thing being the actuality was as likely as it was unlikely. Besides, it was no business of his anyway.
He made no more comments on the matter, though. Whatever happened to her and her business carried little importance to him. Or, well, that was the case at this point. Depending on the afternoon ended, Alec may just find himself curious enough to read into it. Depending.
Whatever the case, the conversation carried on, and as Alec had anticipated, she would call on the challenge that he had handed to her on a silver platter. An intellectual individual like her, with that pride she carried, would not have been able to ignore such a blatant call as the one that Alec had issued her. Chess had always been a game that was considered to be a test of one's mind, after all. Anticipating your opponent's moves, while hiding your own plans. Outwit, outplay, outsmart. For people like them who preferred to use brains over brawns, chess was the ultimate game, a test of superiority over one another. Hell, even Alec would not have been able to resist such a challenge had it been issued towards him instead.
He scoffed at her retort. "You do realize you study the same 'media arts as I do, right?" he quipped, before setting the king piece back in its rightful place. A coy smirk would follow afterwards. "But if you're offering, I would definitely love your company." If she could be comparable to a rose - and that she could be - Alec was definitely enjoying toying with her thorns. He was more than aware that he could end up prickling himself with the game he was playing, but there was never any enjoyment if there were no risks involved. "It's a game, then," he nodded his head, both as affirmation to his own words, and to answer her questions. And with that, he would make his move first.
Oh yes, she knew, they study same classes and subject. The better absolute question, was Whom cared More? She certainly didn't, especially not with the material given, it only made her sick to her stomach. This better get more sophisticated later years. She huffed with an eyeroll, "Yet, look what it did to you." She commented, attempting to sound harsh, but there was a hint of a gentle touch. Was that meant to be a joke? Wait, was she mimicking His movements earlier?
As he placed the piece back, accepting the game, setting the first move, she followed suite as he asked about the family business. "Working as it should" she commented without hesitation. Her mind listing all the things that has changed since she took over, no stealing.. No replacing, absolutely no more lying to their customers about their products. She waited for his move to make another move her turn to ask a question."Why did you pick media?"
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