There are many unhealthy ways to grieve. For many people, hands reached for alcohol, bodies ached for drugs and fists craved violence. Anything that could distract you. Anything that could make the pain go away.
When it came to Felicity Smoak, there was chess.
Or poker. Or any strategy-based game that required a high-enough level of mental energy to play that she wouldn't have time to think about Barry — or Ray. So that day, when she'd found out that tonight's enrichment activity was a Chess Tournament, she couldn't stop laughing. It was too perfect.
By 16:30, Felicity had already defeated a quarter of her competition and was starting to draw a small crowd. It made sense, since she'd only arrived yesterday and no one knew who she was. But this match was over, and Felicity was already walking over to her next opponent. Their hands moved like lightning between the pieces and striking the clock.
Knight to Bishop. Knight to Castle. Castle to C2. Checkmate.
Chess Tournament, OTA, especially bystanders!
When it came to Felicity Smoak, there was chess.
Or poker. Or any strategy-based game that required a high-enough level of mental energy to play that she wouldn't have time to think about Barry — or Ray. So that day, when she'd found out that tonight's enrichment activity was a Chess Tournament, she couldn't stop laughing. It was too perfect.
By 16:30, Felicity had already defeated a quarter of her competition and was starting to draw a small crowd. It made sense, since she'd only arrived yesterday and no one knew who she was. But this match was over, and Felicity was already walking over to her next opponent. Their hands moved like lightning between the pieces and striking the clock.
Knight to Bishop. Knight to Castle. Castle to C2. Checkmate.