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thestarspangledman) wrote2012-06-13 11:01 am
thestarspangledman) wrote2012-06-13 11:01 am
log 007, video
[Steve is in his cabin, frowning at a pile of clothes laid out on his bed. He is -- well, certainly not the giant hunk of man-meat that the barge has come to expect from his last posts. To be plain, he is a good six inches shorter, skinny and small and slightly pale. Currently, he's wearing an old workout t-shirt that is far too large for him, and a pair of sweatpants that are cinched about as tightly as they can go, and he might be keeping one hand on them just in case.]
Look, I don't know who thought this was funny, or maybe this is a thing you folks do to visitors? But I need something to wear that'll actually fit me.
...Oh, and the dog tags, too? I'm sure those will come in handy, thanks a lot. [He's holding them up in his free hand, giving the camera a tight smile.] After the fifth rejection and everything. You guys sure know how to treat a fella right.
Look, I don't know who thought this was funny, or maybe this is a thing you folks do to visitors? But I need something to wear that'll actually fit me.
...Oh, and the dog tags, too? I'm sure those will come in handy, thanks a lot. [He's holding them up in his free hand, giving the camera a tight smile.] After the fifth rejection and everything. You guys sure know how to treat a fella right.
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Hi. Dick Grayson, Gotham City PD. I realized I didn't introduce myself, earlier.
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Steve Rogers, I'm -- an artist. Despite the idea the dogtags mighta given you.
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He had already resolved to do more investigating later, and so didn't allow himself to dwell on it too much, instead gesturing for Steve to follow him.]
Anyway, one of the rooms has some clothes that should fit you. Pick whatever you want, I figure we can always apologize later if whoever owns them shows up wanting them later.
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[He gives Dick a grateful look and follows him in, looking around a bit.] Better than these, I think.
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[He pushes open the door to the other room and gestures at the closet.] Help yourself. I'm going to look around a little more.
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[And Dick's going to just keep puttering around a bit, going through everything more or less like this is a crime scene because habits. :|] Kitchen's full. I guess that's something.
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I guess so. My place doesn't look much like yours. [His would be generally his apartment from the 40s, with a few more modern touches.]
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This isn't my place. I'd need to win the lottery to be able to afford something this nice. [Although there are some pictures around the room that kind of argue that either he or his identical twin live here full time, but.]
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