"All right then." [Now, what the heck to talk about?]
"Let's see... I suppose you'd like to hear more about where I'm from?" [Brooklyn would be good. Lots of funny stories from Brooklyn. Lots of funny stories from the War, too, but Steve's not sure he wants to go there. He settles himself more comfortably, lying back and looking up at the ceiling, and starts to talk.]
"I grew up in a place called Brooklyn. Part of a big city called New York, huge city, lots of tall buildings all crowded together, millions of people. It's so big they had to divide it up into smaller pieces; 'boroughs', they're called, Brooklyn's one of those. Brooklyn, and all of New York really, was crowded, dirty, smelly... cold in the winter, hot in the summer, but." [He smiles.] "It's the best place in the whole damn world, it really is."
[The longer he talks, the stronger his Brooklyn accent gets.]
"I had this pal, growing up. Bucky. We used to—" [He laughs.] "We used t'get into all sorts of trouble. This one time, we were headed back home from Ebbets Field—the Dodgers had just lost pretty bad..."
((OOC: Not sure where you want to go from here? I've been enjoying this thread IMMENSELY, and by 'enjoying this thread' I mean 'lying face down on the floor and weeping', but I think we're kind of limited at this point. I dunno if you wanna stop here, or cut ahead to Grey quietly shuffling off this mortal coil and Steve having emotions about it? Or I could make up endless stories about Brooklyn and Grey can nod occasionally, IDK, I'M GOOD FOR ANYTHING, what would you like to do?
Also hello, I'm Ange, it has been a goddamned pleasure so far. <3))
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"Let's see... I suppose you'd like to hear more about where I'm from?" [Brooklyn would be good. Lots of funny stories from Brooklyn. Lots of funny stories from the War, too, but Steve's not sure he wants to go there. He settles himself more comfortably, lying back and looking up at the ceiling, and starts to talk.]
"I grew up in a place called Brooklyn. Part of a big city called New York, huge city, lots of tall buildings all crowded together, millions of people. It's so big they had to divide it up into smaller pieces; 'boroughs', they're called, Brooklyn's one of those. Brooklyn, and all of New York really, was crowded, dirty, smelly... cold in the winter, hot in the summer, but." [He smiles.] "It's the best place in the whole damn world, it really is."
[The longer he talks, the stronger his Brooklyn accent gets.]
"I had this pal, growing up. Bucky. We used to—" [He laughs.] "We used t'get into all sorts of trouble. This one time, we were headed back home from Ebbets Field—the Dodgers had just lost pretty bad..."
((OOC: Not sure where you want to go from here? I've been enjoying this thread IMMENSELY, and by 'enjoying this thread' I mean 'lying face down on the floor and weeping', but I think we're kind of limited at this point. I dunno if you wanna stop here, or cut ahead to Grey quietly shuffling off this mortal coil and Steve having emotions about it? Or I could make up endless stories about Brooklyn and Grey can nod occasionally, IDK, I'M GOOD FOR ANYTHING, what would you like to do?
Also hello, I'm Ange, it has been a goddamned pleasure so far. <3))