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9/18/2015 3:02:12 AM
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-10 minutes pass and Theron walks out while only wearing shorts you see he's somewhat muscular and has several scars on his chest- "Nothing like a shower to help you huh"
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I guess.... Although, it kinda screws with my cybernetics sometimes. *notices scars* how'd you get those?
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"Hmm well I got the scars near my stomach while saving one of my friends and then the one on my arm is fighting to help some one and this" -He turns around and points to a large scar on his back- "Is when I tried helping some people but I don't like to talk about that one"
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Ok.... I won't ask
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"Yeah it's one of the horrible moments anyway let's not dwell on it" -He goes back to making cakes-
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How many cakes are u making?
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"As much as I can" -he backs up a bit to get new ingrediants only managing to fall and make a gool of himself-
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*offers hand*
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"Well this time I'm getting helped with a offered hand" -He grabs it and pulls himself up-
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There you are.... How about not falling again in the future?
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"Well no promises"
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Look, I just said [i]try[/i], and besides, with you, I've kinda come to suspect that you will
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"Well I guess that's to be expected"
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No kidding
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"So anyway what's your favorite flavor of cake"
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Just normal white cake really... With white icing of course
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"Right well time to get started" -He starts making the cake-
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So, how long does this usually take?
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"Well on an easy cake like this usually 20 minutes so anyway tell me about yourself if you want"
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Ok... I'm an open book... Where do you want me to begin?
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"I don't know how bout you pick"
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Ok.... I guess from the beginning... Beware, my past is not a glorious one, and I'm putting everything in, good, bad, it all goes... So, I was born in Neo-Centra.... My family was rich, but my father was a greedy bastard, and only cared about making his mark in history... When I was born 22 years ago, he didn't want or see me as a daughter, but as his way to preserve his legacy.... As soon as my body could handle, he augmented me, which was at 2... I always hated him for that, any chance I had of being normal was gone, but he couldn't care less about me... He started training me to be his own weapon around 6, and I dealt with it because I couldn't fight back and because I was gonna make him regret what he did... By 14, I was already an excellent acrobat, sniper, and swordsman. And that year is when his monster turned on him... I killed him, up close and personal with my pincers *ejects them from arm*... I was doing the world a favor too... That bastard was corrupt, and rich... Anyways, I had arranged for transport, but my contact was also a traitor, and it was just the police waiting for me.... I barely escaped that station with my life, and then I went on the run.... 4 years running, hiding, fighting.... You can imagine.. The rest you already know...
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"Well that sounds horrible i-i'm sorry um well if there's anything anything at all just let me know okay um and if you ever need a place to go i'll be here, right that sounded kind of weird but yeah"
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Edited by Dougie: 9/18/2015 5:18:06 AMThanks... That... Means a lot... For me it's in the past, and I try not to dwell on it, but I live with it every day... Look if I could go back in time and change what happened, I honestly don't think I would... I mean, yeah I would be normal, but I also wouldn't be where I am today...
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"Yeah I understand I guess but still yeah umm i'll check the cake" -He checks the cake and he seems a bit embaressed for the praise-
