Train Man (31 page)

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Authors: Nakano Hitori

this is proof positive no doubt no way yes yes

701 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:27

another new bomb!

We need to evacuate everybody within a 10-mile radius of the thread!

Hurry!!!!!

707 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:28

>Just as we were waiting for the light, she pushed away my hand

What?

>then grabbed the palm of my hand.

Neeeeeeeaaaaaaah, kaboom!

713 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:28

>>707

like an attack with a running start or something . . .

shock and awe

 

The Geeks grumble on, complaining about why couples can’t just stand still at a traffic light, adding preposterous complaints about this or that ridiculous scenario, expressing anger and frustration as Train Man continues his attack.

715 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:29

I can’t understand why this hand-holding attack was more powerful than a plain old sex-attack.

717 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:29

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This seems much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

> then grabbed the palm of my hand.

>‘This feels much better,’

2
nd
wave comin our way!!!!

and a massive one!!!!

720 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:29

840 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:50

What in the world have we . . . created

Could anybody have imagined he’d grow into such a beast?

In the beginning, it was just curiosity and perhaps a bit of sympathy.

Once he accepted our helping hand and heartfelt encouragement he then powered-up, got stronger and built upon that strength on his own.

And now, he has turned into a monster who has the power to crush us with his toenail.

I can’t tell if this is a victory or a defeat for us . . .

The fact that we have given birth to a monster who has far exceeded any of our hopes has nothing to do with our achievement as such, for what we did was merely awaken something that lay dormant in him, an instinct.

And so yes, in fact, yes, we have been defeated, we are forever chained to the cycle of defeat.

 

865 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 01:55

The restaurant we went to today really had an eclectic vibe.

Can I say, tinged with horror . . .

‘I’ve been wanting to try this place out~’ according to her. Me, I was way nervous.

Food-wise, it was majorly good.

Wasn’t too expensive either.

She ordered a cocktail and I said ‘I’ll have one of those too’

‘You drink cocktails?’

‘Just thought I should try what you’re having . . . ’

‘(laugh)’

Then she handed me Matrix 3.

Though we’d talked about it over e-mail, we talked some more about what she thought.

She’s got the hots for Keanu and me, for Smith.

The scene leading up to the Neo-Trinity kiss really pulled her in

and got her all anxious

so when they finally kissed, she really freaked.

As for me, watching that scene got me going you know where

870 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:56

third wave comin’!

884 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 01:58

(in the film) and when the kiss happened, she really freaked

all right, this threw me. Lol.

919 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:07

that gap . . . frightens me too

922 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:08

I’ve been living in Tokyo for a long time but

I have no idea what restaurant you’re talking about

If it was in Nagoya, this is where I’d imagine you went

http://www.kangoku.com/41.htm

924 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:08

>>922

I imagined something similar, old-school Japanese tapas place only with prison decor

933 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:10

http://r.gnavi.co.jp/g528910

should be it

 

923 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 02:08

and we talked about commuting together in the morning while we talked, she kept getting sadder and sadder so I kept asking her if she was all right. In the end, it just sounded too difficult to coordinate, time-wise, so we just left it.

Then I gave her a printout of some info I had googled about fighting off train-pervs. I mentioned a few key pointers which I had memorised earlier. She kept thanking me over and over again bowing her head. I bowed a few times too.

Our bookings for the second place were creeping up on us so we left the restaurant a little early. We split the bill.

‘Isn’t it time you let me take you out?’ I asked jokingly to which she replied, quite simply, ‘no way.’

929 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:09

You are so sweet.

For real, you’re making me cry.

941 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:12

hey . . .

people . . . you guys are really melting down into soppiness aren’t you

942 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:12

shit. I’m all restless. I’m gonna eat a banana.

944 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:13

we ain’t got no banana here

945 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:13

>>933

Three times each day, a heart-stopping performance stirs your inner appetites at this prison-themed tapas bar. (all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

(all rooms are private)

953 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:16

>>923

I’m not sure what the general vibe was so I may be reading too much into it but from Train’s comments, I get the feeling the morning commute situation is on the back burner for now.

And, about fighting off the train-pervs—well, instead of handing her a printout, I think it’d be better if you’d just told her what you knew.

That said, with Hermes’ massive good impression of Train, don’t think any of this even dents it . . .

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