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Tweak says, "Are you trying to Scully me?"

virgil hawkins (static_shower) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-08-22 02:08:00

Entry tags:

clark kent, damien thorn, terry mcginnis/batman, virgil hawkins/static

Who: Virgil and Damian. Mentions of Terry and Clark.
What: helping-doing the good Samaritan thing.
When: night time, shortly after the comm post.
Where: The aforementioned cyber cafe.
Warnings: Who knows. TBA really.

Virgil had all sorts of mixed feelings about Damian. He'd hurt Bart in the past, that made him angry. He argued with Bruce Wayne and Terry, that confused him. What didn't confuse him was the fact that a life needed saving. That was what the Justice League was all about, what being a hero really meant. This time though it was Virgil Hawkins who got to be the hero. He wasn't sure how well a masked super type would go over with Damian-just randomly showing up like that? Good bye secret identity. Even in L.A. he carried on with the secrets though it wasn't much necessary. They were fiction or something, Virgil didn't know. It hurt his head to much to think about it. So he just chose not too, and ignored it. Went about his life like he normally would-as normally as possible.

He was carrying the first aid kit from the Bradbury building. It was a little more extensive than most, considering the League's line of work. There had to be something in there that could help. What he didn't realize what was also in there was a tracer. Terry had slipped it in right after he read the exchange. Incase he somehow lost Virgil on foot, he could always find him later. He was following from not far behind in the shadows. Using them as silent cover and finally they came to the cafe. Terry didn't go inside, instead skillfully and effortlessly climbed to a treebranch to wait, hidden amongst lush leaves. He still wished he had stealth mode, but hey-at least he had his colors back. Red and Black were more his style. It would also save on the lame bruising references criminals made according to nightwings colors.

Virgil pushed open the doors of said cafe and looked around until he found the familiar face. "..Dude. You look like shit." He tried to lift the mood a little, but guns seriously terrified him. He wasn't even the one shot, but he was already shook up by the sight.

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sonofajackal
2009-08-22 09:39 am UTC (link)

Damien's hand trembled slightly, slowly typing each key as if it was strenuous work. His other hand, hanging down his side, was still a bit wet withe the red blood that drained from his shoulder. He looked up then, seeing the familiar face, recognizing him from that study session in the library. Virgil Hawkins. One of the heroes from that group Batman had warned him to stay clear of. Which, really, he had. It just turned out that he and them usually went to the same places in the city. Walmart, the library, and now here.

"It's worse than it looks." Damien paused, shaking his head. "I mean, not as bad as he looks.. I think that's how it goes." He shifted in his chair, then winced as he touched the wound on his right leg. This was actually the first time anyone had succeeded in hurting him this much. Of course, there had been Bart. But he at least never did it with the intent to kill. "Guess this is what I get for being impure. Uhh... maybe we should go outside for this. I think the lady over there is getting pissy about the mess."

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static_shower
2009-08-23 02:17 am UTC (link)

It didn't take much effort to find Damian. Considering the state he was in. He was the only one bleeding all over a computer. Stupid. That's what hospitals were for, they tended to make sure a person didn't do that. His heart sank a little at the sight of the blood. He wasn't a skilled doctor. Sharon had only once told him about how to remove bullets safely. He'd never really done it himself. It'd be ridiculous trying it on his own. Who knew what would happen.

Helping him up. Virgil looked to either side of them before pushing his hand away. "You'll get it worse." Leading him out of the cafe toward the sidewalk his hand started to glow with a strange electric warmth. He wasn't a healer, it wasn't healing. It was a trick he'd learned a while back with Richie when he was shot. He was able to use his static ability like a magnet to keep the blood from spilling faster. It slowed everything down. Even Bart's super speed. "It's to much.." He said looking down at the wounds as he tried to get him to sit down with his back up against the storefront of the building. "I have to call an ambulance. " He knew the other boy had said no, but it was out of his hands. "I'm not a doctor." Using the speed dial on his phone and suddenly very grateful for it he dialed the ambulance and gave them the location.

"They'll be here in a minute. Just stay awake."

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sonofajackal
2009-08-23 03:09 am UTC (link)

Damien suddenly felt warm, briefly, as he walked outside with the younger man. His leg hurt like nails. Every single step was painful for him. He also felt as though he wasn't bleeding as much. But as the antichrist walked with him, he couldn't help but feel like he was watched, like someone was staring intently at him.

He glanced up, looking at a tree. Something... but no. He couldn't see. Not that he could, anyway. The leaves and such blocked his view. He immediately turned his head and gazed up at the clouds. But that was confusing as well. He felt that he knew something up there was staring. But he didn't see anything from this vantage point. Maybe it was a satellite or some shit.

The man nodded slowly, resting up against the wall. He blinked a few times, holding his face so he could not pass out. "Alright.. but hurry. Hopefully, they can get here soon." He sighed, not believing this actually happened. To him of all people. And he waited as Virgil made the call, glancing back at the suspicious tree once more.

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