Right, right. ( even though the midwest is such a huge chunk of the states it hardly defines much of anything, besides Indiana not being California, Texas, or New York. whatever, it is true, he's from the Midwest. more crops than people. ) It is a shithole. Small and scared and stupid, and determined to stay that way.
( damn, a pretty cold thing to say about your hometown, Steven. it's the truth, though, even though there are good things about small town Indiana. Steve knows that, too. he's just a little disillusioned by the place, that's all. he still misses it, even if it was a dead end town full of sheltered assholes.
Steve has mostly caught his breath, regained his bearings, leaning on this goddamn switch. he's not paying David as much mind as he should, though, because the guy announces he's got better shit to do and starts to wander away. ) What the hell, man! ( Steve hisses, craning his neck to try and spot where he's going, before he battles with the eternal struggle. 99% the gate or just open the damn thing, and hope for the best??? leave it where he is and struggle with the russian bear of a man who decided to take a detour when they're literally standing at salvation's door?
lots to decide, and quickly. Steve decides on a 99, and then releases, turning to try and spot where David lumbered off to with his beamer. goddamnit, Dave, that was a purple one! ) Hey, asshole! Let's fucking hit the bricks, huh? ( it is hard to yell and urgently whisper at the same time, but Steve almost manages. )
running hope and comin' in clutch in endgame
( damn, a pretty cold thing to say about your hometown, Steven. it's the truth, though, even though there are good things about small town Indiana. Steve knows that, too. he's just a little disillusioned by the place, that's all. he still misses it, even if it was a dead end town full of sheltered assholes.
Steve has mostly caught his breath, regained his bearings, leaning on this goddamn switch. he's not paying David as much mind as he should, though, because the guy announces he's got better shit to do and starts to wander away. ) What the hell, man! ( Steve hisses, craning his neck to try and spot where he's going, before he battles with the eternal struggle. 99% the gate or just open the damn thing, and hope for the best??? leave it where he is and struggle with the russian bear of a man who decided to take a detour when they're literally standing at salvation's door?
lots to decide, and quickly. Steve decides on a 99, and then releases, turning to try and spot where David lumbered off to with his beamer. goddamnit, Dave, that was a purple one! ) Hey, asshole! Let's fucking hit the bricks, huh? ( it is hard to yell and urgently whisper at the same time, but Steve almost manages. )