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[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

*in supermarket, taking one of everything*

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[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*in supermarket, her goal is ice cream. she notes the man taking a lot and raises an eyebrow, walking over*

Large family to feed?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

*glances at her, drawing his attention away from the tin of tuna he was inspecting - not only is he buying one of every kind of food, but one of every brand. Replies with a simple*

No.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*she raises an eyebrow slightly* So thats all for you? *she shakes her head slightly* S'gonna cost a hell of a lot of money.

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

Currency is not an issue. *continues down the isle, taking each item off the shelf, inspecting them, before placing them in his shopping cart in such a way that it seems to defy the laws of physics*

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? *smiling slightly* Why not? Are you super rich or something?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

Not in the terms that you mean, no.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

Now I'm confused. How are you gonna pay for all of that?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

*reading the back of a packet of pasta, evenly* I do not intend to.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

Um...*has no idea what to say here*

You have a name?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

Klaatu.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

I'm Laura.

So...random question. How do you plan on getting all of this out of here without getting in trouble?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

Why are you so concerned?

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

I don't want to see a nice guy like you get in trouble.

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

I'm already in trouble.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

So you're just gonna make it worse?

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

*glances at her* I won't.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

I hope not. You don't seem like one of the bad guys and I grew up around them.

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

That would depend on your definition of 'bad'.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*thinks about this for a moment* My handler sent me on missions. Violent missions because thats what I was made for. A weapon. A clone of someone that they couldn't control and lucky him for getting away.

Anyway..*She pauses...this is hard to say* if I failed the mission I'd get beaten. If I succeeded, I'd get beaten.

*another pause* I was seven when most of this happened.

Would you ever do that to a kid? Make them, turn them into something scary then....

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

*he frowns slightly and shakes his head* No, violence is not in my nature as it is in yours.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to avoid it, myself.

[how-it-all-ends.livejournal.com]

Then you're making progress.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*nod*