I've been doing a lot of writing lately instead of studying. There go my grades!
I've written quite a few pieces already on these three and this was the first one I wrote, even before the first chapter. So I figured this one should be the first actual piece to go up. Hope its not too bad.
Two of them stared at the board, completely transfixed in this game of logic. This had been going on like this for an hour or so and it was only in the beginning stages of the game. Finally, one of them made a slow move, carefully picking up the piece and placing it down but never losing grip to make sure it was the right play. Finally, after much scrutiny, the piece was released.
Now the staring game would continue.
Slutty Jill sighed, watching all this play out before her, though it was hardly playing when neither moved enough to be considered living. She would look from the evil and cunning Jill to the handy, good with her hands Jill. And back. And forth. And back. And forth.
It's not that she didn't mind watching, for these games could get interesting. It was just that they were incredibly boring because they took an eternity to move a single piece. She let out a sigh, letting her head roll back over the seat.
They were both smart and highly logical; it just seemed they used it in completely different ways. And that's what should have made the game interesting if they weren't so bloody slow!
She righted her head to stare back at the board, which of course, hadn't changed at all, boring her further, "Can't you two hurry up? You take forever to make a move."
Twin shushing noises along with matching glares caused her to jump at the sudden noise in all the silence.
"No need to be rude," she pouted, crossing her arms.
"Yes we do. Now take that annoying ass of yours back to the street corner," Evil Jill taunted.
"Hey! My clothing is fine compared to whatever S&M thing you have going on," she jabbed back.
Blondie didn't look too happy 'bout that, "I swear on Barry's grave that if you don't shut up, I will make you into a Jill sandwich."
It was Logical Jill's turn to speak up, "Who's Barry?"
The Jill opposite her shrugged, "No clue but saying it made the statement sound important."
Jill nodded in understanding.
Evil Jill turned back to the one watching, "Now if you'll excuse yourself, we're going back to the game now."
Slutty Jill rolled her eyes, getting up from the chair, "Fine! I'll go watch grass grow or paint dry or something more exciting than this." And with that, she left in a huff.
When she left earshot, the blond Jill looked up momentarily. "$50 says she'll be back in an hour."
Logical Jill looked up, "You're on."
They shook hands, sealing the bet before continuing their chess game.
Later, after the sun set.
Evil Jill looked up, finally unable to see the chessboard well, "I think we call it a night, eh? I can hardly see the black pieces in the dark."
The figured opposite her in the darkness shifted, "And leave you to alter it before we can start again? I don't think so."
"Damn. Well then, let's take a picture. This way we can always check to make sure it all evens out."
Logical Jill contemplated this, "I guess it makes sense. C'mon, let's go get a camera."
Both Jill's got up from the small table and made their way to the house. The third Jill probably had a camera somewhere they could use.
Logical Jill opened the door and led herself in only to freeze halfway inside. Evil Jill saw this, getting mad that she was blocking the entrance.
"Do you mind moving..."
She had squeezed herself in the small space only to freeze like the Jill before her. The kitchen, no, the entire room looked as if a huge chemical experiment had gone way wrong. It looked like something had exploded, leaving a black mess everywhere. Even on the roof for god's sake.
Both Jill's watched with their mouths agape as one held out a hand and the other handed over $50.
A giggling startled them from their staring, causing them to look over at Slutty Jill sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. The blond Jill was none too happy, marching over. She snagged the popcorn bowl away from the Jill transfixed on the television, earning an irritated cry.
"How the hell did you make a mess like this?!"
Slutty Jill glared up at Evil Jill, "I tried making myself something to eat, but since I'm a horrible cook, I just made myself some microwave popcorn instead," mumbling to herself, she added, "Third times the charm."
Evil Jill's eyebrow twitched, "So help me, if you do not clean this up, I will find you and I will kill you."
Slutty Jill rolled her eyes, knowing she was going to get sentenced to this anyways, "Yeah, yeah. I'll get on it tomorrow morning. Now gimme back my popcorn!"
The blond woman growled, thrusting it back towards her and huffing into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Logical Jill, who had been watching the entire episode, calmly followed her to the area.
She took a seat at the island as she watched the agitated woman shuffle through the fridge for different ingredients, "I'm making myself a sandwich. Want one?"
"Sure."
Evil Jill grabbed double the supplies, easily making some kind of sandwich. She may have been evil, but damn she could make good sandwiches. Anything really for that matter.
Several bites later, Logical Jill spoke up through a mouthful of the sandwich, "You should set up a shop called Jill's Sandwiches. I'm sure people from all around would come just to have a taste."
Jill rolled her eyes, "Great idea! I'll put a cute little apron on too, and it'll be a quaint little place that everyone will enjoy!" She pointed a finger into her mouth and made gagging noises.
Logical Jill took another bite, "I thought that might be your reaction."
All three of them relaxed for the night, the game outside completely forgotten in the meantime.
"Why would you mess up such a perfect game?"
"Me? I was winning! I would never screw that up for myself!"
"Like hell you were! It was my move and I was about to put you into check!"
"Bullshit! Then why would you screw up a game unless you knew I was going to win?"
The screaming argument between Logical and Evil Jill had been going on for quite some time. Both had forgotten about their game until early the next morning when they went to resume the mind battle, and in the meantime, someone had come and completely messed up their game.
Slutty Jill watched from inside as they got into each other's face, looking ready to tear the other to shreds. She couldn't help chuckling to herself as she continued to scrub the roof. Yeah, a little manual labour was so worth the show. In her opinion, this was much better than watching them stare at the board for hours on end.