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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:49 am
It was tragically obvious what it was Franz was doing. That had been established a few minutes ago. He had gone far from the category of 'flirting' at this point; really, it would have made no difference to the mood of the situation if he had used the scrabble board to spell out I A M C O M I N G O N T O Y O U.
Janice knew this. This was apparent in her expression. What was also apparent in her expression was that it was working.
Or, at least, it was getting some reaction out of her when one would normally expect her to ignore it completely.
Her hands slowly settled, flat on the table. She took a long, deep, steady breath that seemed to last half a minute, slowly trickling something that held more resemblance to composure into her features. And then, at the end of her breath, she peered at her smoldering opponent and calmly, clearly said, "Franz."
It was toned in a way that suggested something was to come after it. Nothing did.
Instead an arm moved, slowly, silently. Her hand traced over the table until it was resting at the side of the board. And then, in one snake-strike motion she flipped the entire thing over, throwing it off the table, all the carefully placed letters spinning in the air and raining to the floor, clattering.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 10:53 am
Tallulah stared. For a long moment, she was silent. Of all the things she had been expecting to happen this match, she had not been expecting this. In fact, she was not even sure there was anything in the rules about this sort of situation... Oh wait, yes there was.
After a long moment of stunned silence, she managed to stammer, "That's a forfeit. Franz wins."
This was probably the most interesting championship game the city had seen in years. And certainly the shortest.
"Congratulations, Franz. You're city scrabble champion 2009."
Damn, that was weird to say.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:20 pm
"Emma."
Franz apparently didn't care about being City Scrabble Champion 2009; he was looking at Janice, who was staring back at him with every sign that she had now become a judgemental, still, unmoving statue. Then she carefully unfolded herself and stood up, even as he did too, sending more scrabble letters down to the floor. "Emma. Emma Goldman, wait."
It didn't work: Janice had unbent herself and Janice was leaving, and Franz was left standing there watching as she made her exit. "Fitzpatrick," he said, and, "Janice?"
It was no use. He turned to Tallulah, placed his hands on her shoulders, and articulated:
"AAAAAAAAAARGH."
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