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anthony 'tony' ceccoli ; (active: victor) (callmetony) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-28 23:37:00

Entry tags:

victor/tony, virgil hawkins/static

WHO: Virgil & Tony.
WHAT: Random encounter.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: Outside the apartment building.
RATING: PG to start.

The motorcycle before him needed a lot of work, without a doubt. Having had picked it up from the scrapyard, Tony knew that he was putting a lot of hope into getting this heap of metal up and running again. But, fortunately for him, he had a lot of free time on his hands. If that meant dishing all his cash into this bike project, then so be it. At least he'd obtain some level of self accomplishment that working at a crappy gas station couldn't provide him. Compared to being a part of the Dollhouse and playing his role out in the military, a job at a gas station seemed so tiny and unimportant. But it was what it was. He probably should have been grateful that he wasn't still out there getting shot at or being used physically for some crazy underground chain of insanity. So why wasn't he? Had the Dollhouse programmed him to be unhappy when they released him? Did they want for him to come back on his own so that they could swindle him into another five years? What the hell was going on with him, exactly? Too much free time generally left Tony with those kinds of unsatisfying questions floating around his head. He didn't know the answers. He didn't know who to ask about them. All he could really do was get up and keep living each day, hoping to find some sense of understanding in relation to himself and his role in the world eventually. Something would happen. A lightbulb would go off. It had to, right? Yeah. Because no one could live this way. Everyone had a purpose.

At least, he was kind of counting on it.

Wiping a grease covered rag across the handlebars of the rusted motorcycle, Tony hoisted a leg over the it and dropped down onto the seat. It wobbled dangerously, but it held fast. He furrowed his brow, focusing on the process of cleaning the cobwebs and dirt stains from each side of the handles. First the handles themselves, then the metal bars that ran from one side to the other. It was probably a waste of time, cleaning it up like this before he even got the damned thing fixed, but Tony wanted to see how it looked. He needed to know exactly which parts needed body work, that way he'd be able to save up enough to get it done. It'd take a while, but the end result would be worth it.

One accomplishment. That was all he asked for.

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static_shower
2010-03-29 05:04 am UTC (link)

Virgil was settling into things. His job at the comic shop was going well. He finally didn't feel like a sponge, or leech, or other mooching thing when it came to money, Oliver having it, and him borrowing it. He could pay his own way, and he hadn't lost it yet. His paycheck wasn't nearly as big as the Arrow's, but it was his. He was feeling pretty good about himself, and on his way back to the apartments after his long six hour shift. To a kid his age, that was like an eternity. Even at a comic shop. The day had been fun and productive. He got to host a video game tournament for a super hero based MMO. Kicked some major ass, and got to help a cute girl create an avatar. Not a bad day at all.

There was a bag of comics and other game promos in it dangling in his left hand and a soda in his right as the complex came into his sight. He was relieved. It was a six block walk back and fourth. Stopping for a minute to shuffle things around to get his keys out he noticed movement and something shiny chrome like caught his attention.

"Cool bike." He always wanted to drive, as silly as it was with his powers and what not. Driving was like a teenage right of passage. But he was only fifteen and all to young. Without his parent around he wouldn't be getting his permit any time soon, but he grinned in a friendly way. "I've always wanted to drive one."

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callmetony
2010-03-29 05:28 am UTC (link)

Tony looked up at the approaching figure and smiled lightly. "Yeah? I've never owned one until now. It's a piece of junk, but should be all right with a little fixin' up." He wasn't too sure on that, but he was gonna do his best with it. "You know how to drive?" He didn't look of age, but the kid seemed to be interested enough in the bike for him to ask. Maybe when he got it up and running he'd let the boy give it a try. Legally or not, he didn't care. So long as he didn't trash the bike when he finished. Tony swiped at the bars one more time, then leaned back and looked over at the boy with another smile. This time, it was slightly warmer. He wiped his hands off on the greasy rag, then offered Virgil the one that appeared to be the least dirty.

"I don't think we've really met." He didn't know too many people here as of yet. Just from what he'd seen in passing and on the boards. "I'm Tony." Just Tony. Better than just Victor. At least he had a last name now. "Where you coming from?" It looked like he had been walking around. Judging from the items he had on his person, he wanted to say that the kid had been shopping or something. He didn't know for sure, which was why he had chosen to ask him rather than assume.

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static_shower
2010-03-29 07:40 am UTC (link)

Virgil watched him curiously. He didn't know anything about cars, what made them tick. Or how they worked, he just knew that some day he wanted to drive one. They were shiny and they went fast, but until then he'd settle for flying. It was fun, but driving was kind of a teenage right of passage he had been looking forward to for a while. "Dunno, never tried." He admitted sheepishly. "Pops said he'd teach me, but..you know. This.." The boy trailed off indicating that his father wasn't there with a simple general gesture to the complex. He was having to learn everything on his own, but it wasn't all bad. He lived next door to his best friend, he had the Justice League, and he was figuring things out every day. In the morning he'd even made a successful breakfast that was not microwaveable.

"Virgil Hawkins. Nice to meet you, officially I mean." He offered him a smile of his own and nodded in that teenagerly way of acceptance. "Work, actually." He said as he shook his hand not seeming to mind about the grease and oil at all, he was a boy after all. He pointed at his very stylish (or lack of it was) AstroKitty comics, yellow shirt with black neckline and sleeve cuffs. The print was like a comic book naturally, red and all action font like. "I was hosting a video game competition for a new MMO that was released today."

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callmetony
2010-03-30 05:32 am UTC (link)

"Nice to meet you too, Virgil." Tony climbed off his bike and shoved the rag into the back pocket of his jeans. It hung out partially, what with it being too big to fit into the pocket entirely. At the mention of him being without the company of his father, Tony offered Virgil a sympathetic look. "I get it. I showed up here by myself too. Know maybe one person here back from home and I guess you could say it's not exactly on a personal level." She was his doctor. A doll programmed to be his doctor. The Dollhouse could be completely ironic with it's approach on their dolls sometimes. Poor Dr. Saunders had been a doll all along and she hadn't even known it. He didn't know if that was for better or worse, though Tony knew that she hadn't taken to the news well when he'd told her about it. Then again - who would? What if you found out that everything that you were and knew was a lie? That you were programmed to be that way because some fancy men and women in suits said so?

"Tell you what, Virgil." Tony wiped his hands off on the legs of his jeans, then gestured to the old bike with a somewhat less smudged hand. "Once I get this up and running here, I'll let you take her for a drive. Not too far, on account of me wantin' to keep this thing in one piece." He grinned, indicating that he was just joking around. "But I'll let you give it a try. It's gotta suck missing out on that kinda stuff you were expecting back home. I don't know how you feel about driving motorcycles, but if you'd like to give it a try later on the offer is open." It's not like he minded. Tony didn't know many people and he didn't exactly have much to do outside of work. Maybe that meant he was lonely. He supposed, in a way, he kind of was. Though he'd never admit it.

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static_shower
2010-04-01 08:27 pm UTC (link)

Virgil couldn't help but be a little disappointed. "Pops even said I could have Sharons car. The new one. The old one kinda crashed into a building. Erm..window." He didn't go into details on that one, he couldn't without giving his secret identity away. Despite the fact that others knew all about Clark Kent being superman, and Tim being Robin, and so forth he didn't feel comfortable giving it away. It was just a thing. He believed that secret identities were a sacred thing and would stick to it until someone f ound out on their own. He wasn't about to go shouting it from the rooftops any time soon. He was way to into it otherwise. "I've never even been away for a week and now I've gotta live on my own." Virgil said uncomfortably as he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck and looked up when Tony spoke to him.

"Really? You'd do that?" He was hopeful, and it showed on his face. Virgil Hawkins was not the type to hide emotion. He wasn't good at it. It wasn't who he was. He was never Mr.Serious or Mr.Brood. He couldn't keep a stone face to save his life. So it was obvious that it was genuine. "Seriously? I'm not gonna break it." He half sulked. "..Probably." A return jab. He had too. "That sounds awesome. Wait'll I tell Richie."

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