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Started May 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I just thought this was an ordinary train… Although, I didn't really have a destination in mind." Lloyd shrugged.

Sly shrugged. "Me neither, I just like coming here."
(Is it neither or neither)

"I like trainsss." James snickered. "But seriously, how could dimensional trains help us?"

"Bring us to other worlds, meet new people, resources…" Sly shrugged. "I could go on."

"Got a point. Why does this feel like that one video game I played when I was ten?" He murmured.

"I never really played video games, angels are made to train for battle at early ages. What are they like?"

"Well i haven't played one in years because i have to save money, I'm kind of broke." He scratched the back of his neck. "They're fun! You can do all sorts of things, build houses, make characters, fight bad guys, go on adventures."
(Sorry, I had to eat dinner and Notebook wouldn't load.)

"Really? Sounds interesting. I got stuck down here when I was physically and mentally ten years old, if that gives you any idea what age angels are forced to fight. My family thinks I'm dead, actually."

"My family is dead. The government thought I was dead too. I got proof." He pulled down his shirt collar and revealed his large scar across his neck.

"Wow we had happy lives."

"My family is dead. The government thought I was dead too. I got proof." He pulled down his shirt collar and revealed his large scar across his neck.

"My family is dead. The government thought I was dead too. I got proof." He pulled down his shirt collar and revealed his large scar across his neck.

"Hmm…" How old even am I? I think most angels just don't count… there's no point anyways, right? "I've got a couple scars from previous battles, but I was actually taken prisoner. My captors took pity on me, however, and freed me upon deciding that I could never return home. So, I was presumed dead, and I haven't returned to this day. I also haven't flown in years; it's not safe to do so around so many people."

"I was suicidal. My best friend's girlfriend killed my sister and I watched my parents die. I got stuck in a coma-like state for two years after i tried to kill myself."

"Wow." Lloyd decided not to ask what he had done. It was none of his business. Two years… it sounded so long, and yet, it was just a blink of an eye. Lloyd wondered again how old he actually was. Well, I'm physically…. sixteen? And it's roughly five years to one in terms of physical and mental aging… so that makes me…. about eighty? Maybe?

"Sooo." He whistled. "Imma stop being depressing. Sly how long til the next stop?"

“I’m… human.” Angelica said, trying to contribute something into the conversation.

"Me too. Don't get all weirded out." James said.