virgil hawkins (static_shower) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-02-03 13:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen/impulse, virgil hawkins/static |
Who: Virgil and Bart
What: Virgil's bored and upset that his powers are failing.
When: Some random Wednesday afternoon!
Where: the place Ollie let him borrow.
Warnings: TBA, should be none.
Virgil was bored and upset. Neither was a good combination on a naturally energetic fifteen year old teenage boy. He'd paced the small apartment at least one hundred times, counted the lines on the ceiling, first horizontal and then vertical. Tried his powers, nothing happened. No erratic burst of electricity after the morning drain over the nearest lake with left him waterlogged after draining to much. Nothing. Not even a fuse box had rejuvenated him. It was frustrating to be normal. Virgil had lived the last two years of being a super powered meta human to the fullest and to just be normal was..depressing. It was only temporary sure, but it made him think. He supposed he kind of took his powers for granted. Used them to turn on the television, make a sandwich, tune into the radio. Everything.
Now that he didn't have them he didn't know what to do. He sat in the middle of the room on the floor with the phone in his hand and flopped over on his back. Dialing into it he frowned and called Bart. He knew the speedster wasn't happy that he left, but he'd done it because he was scared to hurt him. He'd hurt Richie once. Richie was scared of him and wary afterwards. He couldn't stand to see Bart wary of him like that so he tried the isolation route. But it just wasn't him. He invited him over, with the promise of not electrocuting him and hoped he could keep it. So far everything was mellow, no spastic surges. But who knew when the sunspots could act up again..
Still him being bored wasn't helping anyone. He couldn't even have a computer because he'd shorted his out. Everything electronic was down and out in the small place. And all there was to do was to lay on the floor and wait. The door was open, and unlocked. His arm rested over his eyes in a lazy fashion.