107тн ѕergeanт jaмeѕ вarneѕ (
yourbestguysgun) wrote2011-09-12 09:09 pm
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-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.
"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."
☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail
[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]
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[Steve leaves for a minute and comes back with his artpad and a pencil, and then takes his space back. He opens the book and flips through - there are sketches of everything, from Charlie to Crepe to Tony. He chooses a blank page and starts putting lines down]
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Do you miss it? Drawin' and stuff? Art school?
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Not as much here. I go out and I sketch a lot. People, mostly.
[A pause as he gets the proportions right]
I painted Tony a portrait for Christmas.
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[Sigh, he sketches]
I don't think he has many friends.
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[ Howard the most though. ]
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Did Howard do something to you?
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[ Who helped put Steve through something Bucky couldn't help him with. The bitterness is mostly him, he knows it, won't admit it. ] Rich guy's always are.
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Well, Tony doesn't like him, either.
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Good for him.
[FOCUS SUDDENLY]
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[Steve says this even though it never will, and he never will.]
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[Steve's focus gets razor sharp now]
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