virgil hawkins (static_shower) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-06-20 03:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | virgil hawkins/static |
Who: Virgil Hawkins and Bart Allen
What: Doing kid things and plotting.
When:The 20ith.
Where: Bradbury Building
Warnings: none, should be lowish.
Virgil was bored. That was never a good sign. Boredom meant time to think and lately none of his thoughts were good ones. His pizza fort was starting to fall apart, and that was just sad. He and Bart had made camp there for a while, it was fun while it lasted. He really didn't know what to think of his evil brainwashed twin so he chose not to think about it. Or his fun little experience in the Darkside Club. Or you know, not fun. Because being drugged? So not a good time. He had been forced into a ring to fight against other metas like animals. Kill other metas. There was blood on his hands. And if he hadn't been subdued and taken down that wouldn't have been the last of it. He nearly killed everyone, human and meta alike. It'd been a few days since he was brought back, but he still had nightmares about it. Even though he tried to convince himself it wasn't his fault, not to think about it. It was hard.
He knew the best way to get back to normalcy was to go to the basics. Do the things he loved again. Music. All the things Clark hated on one playlist, as he moved his mouse and with a click of a button the songs began streaming through the building. He cut back on a few of the more vulgar ones, but not for Clark's sake, because of Lian. Virgil wasn't that bad. The kid was only five. He leaned back in his chair, blue trench coat draped over the back. Feet on his desk, and the door to his room wide open. It was time to start being social again. He wasn't sick anymore, thank god. The darkside drugs were washing out of his system, and there was a comic in his lap. The sun wouldn't be down for a few hours, so he had time to spare for being lazy and just hanging out.