Thinking of the Past, Living in the Present [OPEN]

[Steve Rogers]

OOC: This is open to anyone in Storybooke or whoever wants to join. I would like to specifically get Mr. Gold, Ruby and possibly Belle here in this thread. However any of the other characters will be welcomed as well.

Storybooke is a nice town, and it reminds Steve of his time growing up in New York. Everything is simple here, not much int he way to advance technology like in other parts of the world. Steve feels more at home here than he does in NYC, especially since he is a man out of time. Today is different for him, as he has met and talked with two people a bit more than most others int he town, Henry and Regina, but has not really got to know any one else.

Something or someone is keeping everyone in the town on edge, Steve has noticed that much, The problem was, that Steve was not seeing what the problem was just yet. But he had a lot on his mind, as he was thinking of his life during the war. Usually, when he thought like that, he would go to the gym and work out, venting all of what was going through his head. But since there was no gym in Storybooke, as far as he could find at least, he was able to make due with what he was able to find.

Not far from Granny's Inn and Diner, Steve had found a place he could set up a few things to work out, namely a punching bag and one of the tree's was just the right height and size to do pull-ups; and today, Steve was busy in his makeshift gym.

A bag was sitting on a chair and a towel was laying over the back of the chair, as Steve was busy using the punching bag, as he thought of what he had been through and what he had missed. His friends that had died after he became frozen in the arctic and the one person who he fell in love with was not in her 90s and the only one still living that would know him. As he thought of these different tings, he would throw his punches harder and faster at the punching bag.

This was causing a small echo near the Inn to be heard by those who either walked by or were standing nearby. Looking, would revile a man in a pair of pants, and a tee-shirt bunching a bag hanging from a tree branch.

[lilred]

When Red had caught a scent she hadn't recognized around the inn, she'd immediately flung all sorts of questions at Granny. Her grandmother, of course, had brushed her off, telling her to mind her own business and not make a huge fuss over the stranger who'd temporarily settled in Storybrooke. The trouble was, it was kind of difficult for her not to make a fuss - Red was curious by nature, and Storybrooke didn't typically get a lot of new faces.

But she hadn't really gotten the chance to look into it much - she'd been sort of...busy lately, to say the least. It turned out that now that the curse was broken, her curse was back in full force. It would have meant serious trouble for Storybrooke if she hadn't been able to locate her cloak. But while the cloak kept her from changing on the full moon, it did not change who she was - the wolf was a part of her, whether she liked it or not, and it would be difficult to ignore that forever. For now, though, she had decided to distract herself by focusing on other things: namely, helping Emma and Charming out with keeping the town in order. That was enough to keep anyone busy, with the way things had been in Storybrooke lately. But Red didn't mind, really. She liked to keep busy. Being cooped up working at the inn or the diner under Granny's watchful eye would have driven her crazy by now - at least this way she got to be part of the action. And what thrilled Red more than anything was the feeling of being useful - which she undeniably was, now that her wolf senses were returning to her.

So with everything else she had on her plate, she'd nearly forgotten about the stranger staying at the inn, up until that morning when a distinctive noise in the woods just outside the inn caught her attention. Naturally, she'd immediately taken it upon herself to investigate. The noise wasn't too difficult to pinpoint - it was becoming loud enough that even someone without enhanced hearing probably would have noticed it. When she came upon the unfamiliar man who seemed to be putting a rather extreme amount of energy into going at his punching bag, however, Red couldn't help but be a little bemused. This was...new? Really new. It was the fact that she didn't recognize him, actually, that clued her into who he was almost immediately.

"Hey!" she called, her voice raised over the noise to try and get his attention as she approached. "Hey - careful, there. You're the new guy, right? Staying at the inn?" She paused a few yards away, eyes bright with curiosity.

[Steve Rogers]

Steve kept punching as he remembered the past and when one of his memories popped up, which was the same time as Red talking to him, he threw a punch and knocked the punching bag off and split it open. Blinking a few times, he turned and looked. "Sorry to have made a noise ma'am," he said to her as he had seen her around town, but not really got to talk to many of the residents in Storybooke. Most were busy, and paid little attention to him. However, those that did notice him, did not talk to him, or shied away from him. It did not bother him, as he was still adjusting to the modern world.

At the Inn, he was doing some work to help out Granny, but not too much. Steve was raised with manner and you showed your elders respect and help as needed. Picking up a towel, he looked at her and thought for a moment as he wiped his face off and hands. Nodding, he looked, "Yes ma'am. I am currently staying in the Inn," he says simply as he walks over and picks up the punching bag one handed and leans it against the tree.

Looking he ponders for a second as he walks over and offers his hand, "Steve Rogers ma'am," he says to her as he stops a safe distance from her, so at to not scare her.