Virgil Hawkins (shock2ursystem) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-26 11:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, virgil hawkins (static) |
Who: Virgil Hawkins
What: Virgil's bed sheets are possessed! That, or they've got some wicked static cling.
When: Today
Where: Virgil's bedroom
Rating/Warning: Low/non
Status: Complete narrative
There was no way it was already time to wake up. Maybe Virgil shouldn’t have stayed up so late playing video games, but that was the way it went. As it was, he knew it was far too early for eight AM. After a couple of failed attempts, he managed to hit the button on his alarm clock, and sat up.
Bleary eyed, he glanced at the clock. It said it was 8AM, so maybe it was. Which meant it was time to get up and get ready for class. As he swung out of bed, his legs got caught up in the bed sheets, and he nearly fell face first into the wall of his bedroom.
“It’s too early for this,” he mumbled to himself. Of course, maybe if it wasn’t this early, he wouldn’t be getting into a scuffle with his bed sheets in the first place. He disentangled his legs, and then tossed his bed sheet back toward the bed. What he did not expect was for the bed sheet to come flying back, directly at his face. He yelped and ducked, but the sheets ducked with him, tangling around his face. Quickly, he pushed it away from his face and held them firmly in his hands.
His first thought was that his bedsheets had become possessed in the night. He knew the apartment was haunted! That was, at least, until his brain finally kicked the remains of sleep from his mind, and he got an intense feeling of déjà vu. His sheets weren’t possessed. He had gotten his powers.
He let out a loud ‘Whoop!’ and then dove for his phone, in his excitement barely paying attention to the electricity that was flowing between his fingers. This was the greatest thing that would ever happen to him, he knew, and he couldn’t wait to tell Richie all about it. Though evidentially, he’d have to wait a little longer, as the moment he touched his phone, the screen flashed and then went dark.
“Really?” Virgil asked, frowning at his phone. He had never short circuited his phone in his dreams. Granted, in his dreams he didn’t have a cellphone yet (it was a little hard to wrap his head around. A time when fourteen-year-olds didn’t have their own cellphone? His dreams were clearly ancient), so maybe that had a lot to do with it.
With a heavy sigh, he pulled out his tool kit, and got to work on his phone, all thoughts of classes long forgotten. This was way too important to put off by going to class of all things. No, he had to tell Richie. He had to make himself a new superhero costume. And then he had to get to work on his training so he could do actual superheroing. His phone fixed, he quickly sent off a text to Richie, then went to his closet to get dressed.
He could have screamed with delight, though somehow he managed to restrain himself, when he saw the costume hanging there in his closet, as good as new.