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While there aren't a great many chess sets upon the island, Erik always ensures that he has one to use. Growing up, it had never been a cherished hobby, because the only pasttime he experienced was that of keeping alive through it all. Perhaps he owes Shaw more than he wants to given that he survived by being an experiment for the man to slice open emotionally and psychologically. Still, he holds no thanks to him for that and all his hobbies came as he grew up and learned to live hand-in-hand with vengeance. Now, on the island, it seems that all he has time for is hobbies.
Night after night, he pursues reading and chess. He lingers at bars and drinks something new each night. Tonight, it's gin and tonic as he settles into the corner of the Winchester and studies the board before him, deliberating his next move and wondering if he might rouse Charles and call him down for a quick game.
Night after night, he pursues reading and chess. He lingers at bars and drinks something new each night. Tonight, it's gin and tonic as he settles into the corner of the Winchester and studies the board before him, deliberating his next move and wondering if he might rouse Charles and call him down for a quick game.