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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:56 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:03 pm
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Little did the two know, but they were being watched carefully. Every word of their conversation was being heard, and taken in carefully. Train had finally made his way back to the bar, and felt quite relieved to just sit down and have a drink. He also found it fun to listen in on Sven and his new friend. This girl had claimed she knew about him, but could someone truly know what the other person was like without even talking to them once. He would show her that there was much about him that she couldn't learn from data. Spinning around in the bar chair, he jumped up and made his way towards them. This would be a good time to test his new disguise. An old woman approached the two, and stood behind Sven. "I couldn't help hearing you two young people's conversation. The things they talk about these days. Well... " He wanted to annoy Sven, because he loved it when he got flustered and mad. It was the most funny thing in the world, and plus.. he needed a laugh after his last job. The elderly woman pressed her hand on Sven's inner thigh and appeared to be flirting with him. "mmm... you sexy hunk of meet!" He was almost scared of what Sven would do to him now. That is if he could find out it was him. ((I really hope I didn't just do the opposite of what train is like, but after the last thing u said I though he might be the rambunctious, energetic, joking type, that is only serious when he wants, or has to be.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 2:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 3:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 2:19 pm
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Train simply shrugs. "Yes, you have all that correct. And yes I find that quite impressive. But, there is more to a human's character than just their age, and height... There is their nature. Their characteristics. Their soul. A soul. Do you have one of those? Do you know the true aspects of friendship. Can you love, or be loved? What is all this to you. Yes, I see your not human. And, for that I feel bad for you. Humans have something about them that make them special. Better than many other creatures. No matter how powerful a demon, pr robot, or any other supernatural being may be, a human always has a unique way of dealing with it. They have a heart that tells them what this situation needs. Should they understand why it's happening and try to talk their way through it, or take over by force. Do you know this? I fear you, and yet at the same time, I wonder how you can go on." He lay his arms across the table, and rested his head on them. "I hope we can be friends so I can understand you a little better..." His voice dulled a bit, and then he was motionless. His unique trait of falling asleep at any place at any time had kicked in. He was tired, and nothing stopped him from getting his rest.
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