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1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.

From

campjesus
1. how old are you? Twenty.
2. if you could go to any time period in history what would it be? Right now.
3. what kind of music do you listen to? I don't.
4. plans for the next week? Serve the Public Trust, Protect the Innocent, Uphold the Law.
5. chuck norris or vin diesel? Norris. . . !

From

_call_me_snake_
1. If you could change something in your programing would you? Yes.
2. What would you change if you wanted could? I'd delete my program.
3. Where do you draw the line between legal and illegal, crime and not criminal? The law is black and white. But other directives come before Upholding the Law. Serving the Public Trust; Protecting the Innocent.
4. Have you ever had someone you wanted to save but couldn't? Yes...
5. Who were they and how did it happen? It was my partner. We were making a stand, on the Church steps, against the mercenaries of OCP... They were trying to "rehabilitate" the homeless. I am unable to act against an OCP employee; they shot her.

From

whistlerhunter1. Do you wish you could be just a man again? Every waking moment.
2. What's the one thing you're most proud of? ...Pride is foolish.
3. Your favorite song? ...Slipping into Darkness. War.
4. Do you believe now that you could love? I can love you, at least.
5. What's one thing you'd like to do? One thing and anything. Buy a ring.

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Peanut butter and peach preserves.

All-righty...!

1. How old are you?

2. What is your real name?

3. What are your children's names?

4. And ages?

5. Do you covet my gun?

Answered. (http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/407619.html)

!! i didn't know you were so young, you talk like your older.

ask me things, i reserve the right not to answer if there all serious business.

The man was forty when he died. It's been twenty years.

1. What are those boots?

2. Make-up?

3. Why?

4. Who's your best friend?

5. Why?

oh!

i answered :D

Abby!

Always a pleasure.

1. What song is that from?

2. Do you feel like you're in an inescable place?

3. What would it take for you to escape?

4. Why do you love your job so much?

5. Children?

Thanks, I couldn't resist.

http://whistlerhunter.livejournal.com/831.html

You don't have one thing that you're the least bit proud of?

I can love you too.

A ring?

Well...~~I suppose I did singlehandedly clean up an entire town up. I also called out a monster that was out of my weight...league...and win, shut down an entire drug cartel myself, and...~~No.

He very faintly blushes, smiles, and his head pans slowly to the right...he looks away and holds without answering.

"Oh, that is crazy....wow....I feel like I have a lot to do now *laughs* sucks."

Looks at him, catches on and does something that Abigail Whistler has never really done before..........

He looks back towards her again.

"You know, this job really doesn't pay ~~at all~~ very well..."

Clears her throat softly and then arches a brow, "Yours or mine?"

He opens his mouth to say something, but her specific phrase reminds him of something from the past.

His smile fades, his mouth closes...and his mind drifts into the past.

Watching his smile fade, her brows draw in together and she takes a step closer, worried. "Murphy?"

He thinks back to the blue woman. She had been struck by Eros' arrow, or so he had concluded. She'd touched him and kissed him and tried so very hard to be intimate with him...

In a very dark, robotic tone, and after a good little bit of time, he replied.

"Sorry...I..."

She looked at him, quiet for a moment as she tried to figure out where his mind had gone and what suddenly bothered him. "You were talking about someone's job not paying very much."

His mind returned to stride as though it had never left, and he smiled.

"Yes. Even if I had pockets, they'd be empty."

"And I'm not sure I want to know how you make ends meet," he said with concern.

She shot him a little bit of a look, "King dates a lot of older men." It was a common answer and a joke. "We have some funding. My father had saved up quite a bit and...well, there is some very generous people out there that were happy when we saved them." She nodded her head.

He blinks before he realizes it's a joke. Then his face lightens.

"A woman tried to pay me with spare parts one time," he looks away, feigning injury.

"Guess it would ease up on the other taxpayers."

"What did your father do?"

She kept her features straight as she looked up at him and then chuckled when he finally caught on that she was just kidding.

"Really?" She arched a brow, "What the..." Just shook her head.

"He was a hunter too but he somehow made money." She shrugged her shoulders a bit, "I think sometimes they looted the places that they hunted."

2. Is deleting your program suicide or you talking about all the extra shit?

5. Sucks. Don't know what it is with shit like that happening.

2. I'm prepared to take the chance at this point, either way.
My directives are,
Serve the public trust.
Protect the innocent.
Uphold the law.

You know, I'd do that for free. In fact, I am.

5. Directive 4: Never Oppose an OCP Employee. Hidden from me until...it was relevant.

I know a computer specialist if you ever really want to try.

Self preservation. They tried to do that shit with the ATACS but forgot my disregard for the law.