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